The Girl

The poor girl jumps up and runs for the phone

She hangs up as the boy answers

Tears run down and she bites her lips

She sits down and lights a fag

And the baby inside her kicks and protest

She ignores the pain and tries to read a book

But imagination floods her head

She can't stop thinking about him

Dancing with the new girl in red

They laugh and dance and kiss as the poor girl weeps

And the baby inside her weeps too

She clearly remembers the doctor telling her

That it was already too late

So the poor girl jumps up and runs for the phone

She hangs up as the boy answers

This goes on for whole day whole week whole month whole year