she walked to the clinic
in boots and blue jeans
she had other plans
she had just turned nineteen
she wrote out the check
and said it was her choice
she never told her boyfriend
he never had a voice
the tip of the knife on the top of her navel
like Cain rising up to strike down Abel
she went to the doctor
and proclaimed her will
he scratched out a script
to get the bitter pill
it seemed like a bargain
so quick and no child
shed live for today
a woman gone wild
the tip of the knife on the top of her navel
like Cain rising up to strike down Abel
shed done it again
and she knew quite well
she wasnt no princess
in some fairy tale
knocked up again
the pills didnt work right
she went to the bathroom
and pulled out a knife
the tip of the knife on top of her navel
like Cain rising up to strike down Abel
