I'm sitting here all alone,
wishing this man would just pick up the phone.
Wondering why hasn't he called? Is everything alright?
Wasn't I good to him that night?
I gave him my all in every position, in every way,
in hopes that the more I flexed and positioned myself
the more he would want to stay.
I loved each and every part of him
from his head to his feet,
in search of the ultimate climax that we both seeked.
I twist and twined my body all night long
and rode him like a wild pony lost,
and frantically trying to find her way home.
I gave him all that night, so why hasn't he called?
Days turned into nights, nights into days,
three months have gone by
and now I have a baby on the way.
What should I do? What should I say?
Hi remember me? We made love four months ago so passionately
and Oh by the way you're about to be a daddy.
Nawwww, I can't do that cause I know he'll say that
I'm just another girl from around the way.
How could this happen? Damn, not again!
I guess I'll just have another abortion
and later deal with my sin.