All the clever young girls run around on the town
Like I ought to
Their boots covered in white
They're all full of a life that I used to know
But they don't know me
They don't know
The boys take 'em out they're all living in pairs
Like I ought to
And she's nine months around and all
Full of a sound I don't care to know
And it don't know me
It don't know
If I could feel anything
Maybe it would show
Momma!
Come down and stay a while
I'm but a casual threat to the reaper now
Come down and show me how
I'm running through the night, my fingers full of fright now