Woman Child - Harry Chapin

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.»