The little old lady waits down the alley
To take that child away
Her knitting needles between your thighs
Will kill that baby today
Abort the child, Abort the child
If you only wore a ring my dear
Then it would'nt have to die
For if the church approved your lust
You wouldn't have to cry
Abort the child, Abort the child
Your child would not be legitimate
That would be a disgrace
The church it does not approve
So you must save the face
Abort the child, Abort the child
The little old lady makes quite a good living
Let's hope her needles are clean
It's a risk to you life
But at least your reputation will be clean
Abort the child, Abort the child
Well you can't afford to keep it, dear
So baby it's bye bye bye
Because the church does not approve
Your baby must die
So abort the child, abort the child
Abort the child, abort the child
Abort... abort... abort... abort... abort...
The child
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