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Dont tell me the date,
I know it all too well
I believe the state Im in is close to hell
Im learning to pray, thinking deception
Maybe Ill just say Immaculate conception
Shes late shes late, my fear I can't hide
She's late shes late, will it be alright?
Shes late shes late, is there something inside her tummy?
I wish I could I find this funny
Which way is reverse on this time machine?
Should of thought first,
and used a magazine Im changing my life,
no sex where Im heading
I don't need a wife or a shotgun wedding