stomach like a mountain top
always kicking, always pain
resulting from beautiful love
a fetus is it's name

she's got it,
a baby she's got it,
one more fetus, one more sired,
from desire
she's got it,
a baby she's got it,
one more fetus, one more sired,
from desire

now mom can hide her stretchmarked thighs
wiping every one with cream
lucky in dark nights, they're gone
just like every mom has

she's got it,
a baby she's got it,
one more fetus, one more sired,
from desire
she's got it,
a baby she's got it,
one more fetus, one more sired,
from desire