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Think you want a baby, no you don't
Think you gonna get sleep, no you won't
Even if you're J-Lo
Your baby costs money
Think you gonna own a Benz, you won't
Think you gonna have friends, oh no no
Even when you are broke
Your baby costs money

When you first found out, you were pregnant
You pulled out your phone, call your girlfriends
Now you understand, even with your man
Claimin' bankruptcy, chapter eleven
No alcohol, or caffeine
Look in the mirror, turning green
Buyin' diapers, and baby food
Doesn't seem like any fun to either one of you
All that matters is you get sleep at night
Better enjoy it honey while you got the right yeah

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Now your legs ache, and your back too
Piggin' outs ok, eating for two
Gainin' lots of wait, and stretch marks
Find it hard to gain control of your burps and farts
Need a Rascal, just to move around
Never had a butt, now its big and round
Say you should exercise, but you never do
Laziness is not a value nor a virtue
All that matters is your man comes home at night
Now after all of this he'll make sure he puts it on tight yeah

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And now nine months is all it took
Cryin' cuz the way you look
Buyin' lots of weight loss books
So you can be size three
Like you used to be
Your husband works all day and night
No nookie so you start a fight
No food so you be on a diet
Hardly no money
No more babies

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