She's Late

Don't tell me the date,

I know it all too well

I believe the state I'm in is close to hell

I'm learning to pray, thinking deception

Maybe I'll just say "Immaculate conception"

She's late she's late, my fear I can't hide

She's late she's late, will it be alright?

She's late she's late, is there something inside her tummy?

I wish I could I find this funny

Which way is reverse on this time machine?

Should of thought first,

and used a magazine I'm changing my life,

no sex where I'm heading

I don't need a wife or a shotgun wedding