Teenage Moms

Twenty year old
Fresh young brat
With a baby inside
That kicks and ignites
Your maternal emotion
Like your mom had
Not long ago

Diapers and bottles
Squeezers with flowers
Ten pacifiers
For a kid that admires
That you bought him a stroller
That takes him wherever he wants

It's those teenage moms
And those rascal dads
Getting married
Too damn young
While they skip home economics
And fail the test

I sat next to you
In last year's science class
And now you're married
Plus one kid
Till death makes you apart

Six-packs and vodkas
Cigarette cartons
Tequila and red bulls
Whiskey with Xanax
And some lukewarm oatmeal
For the newborn

Blue-collar worker
Stay-at-home mother
When everyone out there
Is kissing each other
And studying in college
For a degree in adult life

It's those teenage moms
And those rascal dads
Getting married
Too damn young
While they miss
Their bachelor years
And honeymoon

One wild night
And nine more months
It's all that it takes
To bring a life
And perish two as well

I sat next to you
In last year's science class
And now you're married
Plus one kid
Till death makes you apart

I sat next to you
In last year's science class
And now you're married
Plus one kid
Till death makes you apart

When your kid will grow up
He'll tell all his friends
That his parent's age
Doesn't make much sense
They met a while back
In some deserted park
With judgment left aside
When they were suspended
And slightly sedated
And their common sense dislocated

I sat next to you
In last year's science class
And now you're married
Plus one kid
Till death makes you apart