There by your side, pretending
to love you
There by your side, standing above you
You made a mistake, don't know what it is
If the baby is yours or the baby is his
You don't like his baby fat
You don't like his favorite hat
When the sun goes down, I'll bet you are sad
I bet you are missing your mother and dad
Your sister's heart, and your brother's head
And your own room, with a private bed
He's the first man who told
you he loved you
He's the first man who told you he loved you
Who are you to tell people apart?
Who are you to break a man's heart?
You could've said no, but you didn't know how
You did not tell him then, and you can't tell him now
Who can explain? Who can say
Who is the spider and who is the fly?
Who is the liar and who is the lie?
Count on the baby to teach you to cry
Count on the baby to fill up your mind
To lead you to forests, and leave you behind
In clouds of dust, in pouring rain
You made a mistake didn't you Jane?
© 1979 by Andrew Calhoun