What’s this, is it a fact?
You made a sex pact
With a guy with a six pack?
A bond of slavery,
Ticket to trafficking,
Surrender of liberty.
His friends are taking bets:
You’re laid up with your legs
Um, up, tum like a basketball,
Asking, where’s that fine man now?
Cause he’s dropped you at the clinic
Where you’re gonna kill your baby.
Gary Edward Geraci