You'd rather ruin two lives
Then prevent a potential
Can't make up her own mind
Only a slip of a girl
Starving babes don't matter
To the fat who get fatter
The Health Service will provide
Some valium where she can hide
A punishment for the mistake
That she did not make
They don't practice what they preach
Just gorge on living meat
You'll decide her fate for her
Because you're no murderer
Self-rightous and infertile
You'll cut her and make her sterile
Though inside it don't kick
They'll perform scalpel tricks
Worry furrows in the forehead
When they tell you life is dead
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