In a river the color of lead. Immerse the baby's head. Wrap her up in the News Of The World. Dump her on a doorstep girl. This night has opened my eyes. And I will never sleep again. You kicked and cried like a bullied child. A grown man of twenty-five. Oh he said he'd cure your ills. But he didn't and he never will. So save your life. Because you've only got one. The dream has gone. But the baby is real. Oh you did a good thing. She could have been a poet. Or she could have been a fool. Oh you did a bad thing. And I'm not happy. And I'm not sad. . A shoeless child on a swing. Reminds you of your own again. She took away your troubles. Oh but then again. She left pain. So please save your life. Because you've only got one. The dream has gone. But the baby is real. Oh you did a good thing. She could have been a poet. Or she could have been a fool. Oh you did a bad thing. And I'm not happy. And I'm not sad. Oh .... And I'm not happy. And I'm not sad. Oh .... And I'm not happy. And I'm not sad