Fiona You Fool

I know you're fucked
Up the duff at your age
Did you stop to think of the child
What kind of world it will live in
What little joy will it find
How bad will the pain be
I bet all you thought of
Were inches
Get ‘em deeper inside
Scratch that back
Draw him in
Oh yeah
I know what you were thinking
Did you consider precautions
I know you
You forgot the pill
And youd've known it
Do you honestly think
A child will help you keep him
It wasn't ‘coz you didn't have one
That I left
You were thinking "me"
When you shoulda been thinking "us"

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