No really it's just one
He's screaming "I want to marry you!" when all you want to hear is a husband
He's saying "why are we using condoms?" When you already feel like a mom
Then the bed is built and soon the house will be complete, a new nuptial, a new niece
Where is the future? We here is the change when that baby girl is grown at 15
She already feels like a mom
Now this man is screaming at her "I will marry you!" A new bed but same face
There's no way this baby girl could win the race
16 and the due date is here... A husband, perhaps, he might come back if its a boy.... Her mother always told her a boy can take care of you, now she knows for sure her mother wasn't really a mom after all
she was just another girl laying in a bed like hers, playing house with her daughters life
She rubs her belly whispering to whoever is listening "please be a boy, I need someone to take care of me" baby boy what are you going to do
When it's your turn you will lie down too and make a third
Too early, with one too young cause well she reminds you of your mom and they get along
You wouldn't listen anyway and now the future is light years away
Just one thought away, one beyond "this is what my momma did"
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