One-Way Road

[MYRTLE WILSON]
The trains aren't runnin'
The cabs aren't comin'
But I am going to the Plaza Hotel
One mile down, and seven to go
Seven to go
He needs to know
Though I'm not showing, a baby's growing
And I am going to the Plaza Hotel
One mile down, and seven to go
Seven to go
(spoken)
Watch the road, asshole!
(sung)
Who are you callin' crazy?
I will kick his little Daisy and I'll stick it to her that he's mine
And this baby here is genuine
Once he knows, he'll kick her out the door
We'll open up a bottle, hell, we'll open two
He'll propose, I'll smile and say, "Sure!"
And presto, poof, my dreams have all come true
I will be a rich man's wife
With a rich man's baby and be set for life
A debutante, a connoisseur
Wait, what if I turn into her?
When the new shiny thing becomes
The one who wears the ring
I am guessing I'll have two good years
Before another shiny thing appears
One-way road
Is that what this is?
Have I traveled on it from a very early age?
One-way road
Where the choices are his
And it dead-ends in a cage
Tom may not be loyal, but with him I'm royalty
Do I let him break my heart and nose to gain security?
No dress, no ring
No party, no baby
Will ever set me free
The trains aren't runnin'
The cabs aren't comin'
And I'm not going to the Plaza Hotel
Turn around, go back to George
Back to George, back to home
He'll love this baby as his own
And soon we three will be a million miles away
I know that George will love me come what may
God, it's so simple that it's funny
The only choice is love or money
A one-way road
No matter what