You gave it all away too soon
A fatal choice to seal your doom
Don't you let them matter
With their idle chatter or views
You thought I'd come to rescue you ?
The babe's not mine don't raise my roof
The little pitter patter
Will soon be all that matters to you
Mrs Glover
Your child is now a lover
One way or another
Her name will soon be 'Mother'
Maybe you should
Discover the Youth ?
When did a lie become the Truth ?
That day the Social needed proof ?
Tho' when I ask you 'why?'
You run away and cry for you..