Fred Kewley - Woman Child lyrics

Dripping streetlights Darkened buildings Wandering Head hung down low Where will she go? Woman child, your eyes are wild The rain runs down your hair Woman child, mercy mild What will you tell your teddy bear? I turned you on my solid body My electric Gibson guitar My clever fingers searched And found exactly where you are You went too far I was an early morning phone call What news have I received A halting voice is telling me What we have both conceived Asking how the dilemma How can it be releived? "I will give you money, Honey I will set up a time But you got to go there on your own babe 'cause I don't know that it's mine." Oh woman child Mama's little angel's been defiled Took a taxi to the clinic Where they do the modern thing The white coat doctor Laid her out said "You won't feel a thing You get the sweet salvation That little old knife can bring You don't have to worry 'bout no offspring That's that Go Home and take a nap It's just a two hundred dollar mishap It don't mean a thing It's all over now You can tell your singer to sing."