You don’t know what I want.
You don’t know anything.
The doctors don’t know anything.
It’s not right, not right.
Scream out loud and kick the wall.
Will you run when I call?
The doctors don’t know anything.
It’s not right, not right.
Well my belly sure does hurt me, but it’s O.K. ‘cause I feel damn alive.
The contractions come and go like a birth; but if a baby’s on the way, I’d be surprised.
He looks like a junkie sometimes.
But junkies have beautiful eyes.
The doctors don’t know anything.
It’s not right, not right.
You’re all tired of hearing me.
Talk about the “sore tummy”.
The doctors don’t know anything.
It’s not right, not right.
Well my belly sure does hurt me, but it’s O.K. ‘cause I feel damn alive.
The contractions come and go like a birth; but if a baby’s on the way, I’d be surprised.

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