A child might lay in my womb
Oh my, oh my, what am i to do
So nervous, I swear im petrified,
still drinking beer late at night,
I'm not sure, there's only the suspicion of others,
im not ready, im not sure how to be a mother,
still struggling with being an adult,
Without guidance my brain tells me to light another smoke,
Terrified, what if he doesn't want to let us in,
Mortified, what if I cant make full term with him,
Or her. A brilliant little girl.
Or him, my child,
the excitement seems so mild.
There might lay a child in my womb,
Late at night I think what am I to do.