Woman Child

Dripping streetlights
Darkened buildings
Wandering
Head hung down low
Where will she go?

Woman child, your eyes are wild
The rain runs down your hair
Woman child, mercy mild
What will you tell your teddy bear?

I turned you on my solid body
My electric Gibson guitar
My clever fingers searched
And found exactly where you are
You went too far

I was an early morning phone call
What news have I received
A halting voice is telling me
What we have both conceived
Asking how the dilemma
How can it be releived?

"I will give you money, Honey
I will set up a time
But you got to go there on your own babe
'cause I don't know that it's mine."

Oh woman child
Mama's little angel's been defiled
Took a taxi to the clinic
Where they do the modern thing
The white coat doctor
Laid her out said

"You won't feel a thing
You get the sweet salvation
That little old knife can bring
You don't have to worry 'bout no offspring
That's that
Go Home and take a nap
It's just a two hundred dollar mishap
It don't mean a thing
It's all over now
You can tell your singer to sing."