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It's none of your business, young fellow my boy,
It's none of your business at all, at all.
You planted it in her sometime after dinner,
And then went away to play ball.
It's she has to carry it, bear it inside of her,
It's she has to go thro the pain.
The seed is her problem, and always will be.
You had a good moment and now you go free,
And if she aborts it, It's none of your business, laddy.
You talk of legality, she has the reality,
For her it's the surgery or back alley butchery,
How's that for a choice! So hush up your noise,
Get out of the way and go play with the boys.
We have things to attend to for women, for women, this day.
