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Save Me


Save Me
Copyright Tamara Peachy 2012
Song on Abortion

Verse 1
She wants the fire of our greatest star and the cold of the moon.
She wants the silence of my talkative tongue and to stay in the room.
She wears the finest clothes and is saturated in perfume.
I’m here waiting to be seen, I’ll be erased soon.

Chorus
Mothers work hard to be free.
They have sex for pleasure and company.
They have bodies that tempt
And legs that spread.
Why would they need me?
Why would they have me?
Why would they carry me?
I’m just a disposable baby.

Verse 2
She wants the dance of the club and the drink of the bar.
She wants her country back and her voice to be heard afar.
She wants to steal the power from men and everything in between.
I’m here waiting to be seen, but I’ll be erased soon.

Chorus
Mothers work hard to be free.
They have sex for pleasure and company.
They have bodies that tempt
And legs that spread.
Why would they need me?
Why would they have me?
Why would they carry me?
I’m just a disposable baby.

Bridge
Don’t call her a slut.
That is going too far.
It isn’t polite and it makes her feel bad.
Slice my head off; that is acceptable.
End my life; that is freedom.
She’s a liar.
She’s a liar.

Chorus 2
Mothers work hard to be free.
They have sex for pleasure and company.
They have bodies that tempt
And legs that spread.
Why would they need me?
Why would they have me?
Why would they carry me?
I’m a baby. Save me.
I'm a baby. Save me.
I'm a baby. Save me.









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