Hold on one sec, young lady with that baby in your belly And that body with so little innocence left Is that stupid, pathetic little brain of yours Thinking you’re so naive and pure? Get a grip, you fool Hold on one sec, young man. What kind of scum are you? Now that you’ve plucked that little girl’s precious flower And promised her the moon, you’re taking to your heels? Leaving her with a few casual words?! Go to hell, you asshole “When, oh when is it coming out? Pregnant girl, oh pregnant girl.” Just some cheap “sympathy” born from between the sheets, for you, my dear— Though you certainly seem fond of that cynical, mocking attitude In the end, everyone shall end up in the bottom of Hell