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