What Now My Love,
Now that you're pregnant
Where do we turn
And where can we go...
Maury Povich,
Or to Judge Hatchett
Should we fight
On the Springer show..

We took a chance
No condom use
Had one bed dance
It cooked our goose..
You're popping out,
I'm popping pills
Sounds like a plot
For a Dr. Phil's

What Now My Love
Now that you're knocked up
Passion should come
With some birth control
You're under age
I could be locked up
Looks like we're both
Buried by that hole..

What Now My Love
Now, that you're with child
Hope your old man
Won't get too riled
Where do we dwell
Where do we hide
Who can we tell
What we feel inside
What Now My Love
No way abortion..
He's our love child,
And must not die

He's our love child,
And must not die....