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Date Added: November 24, 2008 16:11:13 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Baby Is Yours

Dark rewrite of Jason Maraz's hit, I'm Yours

Well you done knocked me up and you can bet I'm gonna tell everyone you know about it
I tried to be chill and deny you
But you were so hot that I melted
Now just like yesterday's news
You've let me fall through the cracks
Won't ever call or write me back
Ooh now before our dirty little secret comes popping out
I'm gonna be doin' my bestest to make you pay up
And ain't nothing gonna stop me
Not even divine intervention
I reckon its my turn to win some and yours to finally lose some
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
This news cannot wait
The baby is yours
Well open up your checkbook and write out a huge one to me
Open up your wallet big or I'll never let you be free
Look into your bank account and find me some mega buck, buck, bucks
Do it now or I'll go straight to the media
When I tell them my tale
Ooh how those silly greedy puppets will dance and sing
When to all the world I reveal my babie's true parentity
Oh no I won't hesitate no more, no more
This news cannot wait I'm sure
Don't push me
Don't rub me wrong
Boy, don't make me complicate
Your time is short
Pay out and own up to your fate
The baby is yours
Don't wanna make me come there
Don't want me to scooch the truth over any closer
For the right price
Spilling it in a nosy reporter's hungry ear
I've been spendin' way too long hidin'  away from you, lover
And bendin' over backwards just to try to keep your squeaky clean rep clear
And so now sick of your cruelness
I'm gonna put on a poutin' face
Go laughin' all the way to the bank
I guess what I'm sayin' is you better not to shoot me down with of your insincere  reasoning
Just so you can carry on with all your superstar vanities
Meet me at your local Four Seasons
Or this will be what I aim to do
Destory your virtue
No I won't hesitate no more, no more
This news cannot wait
The baby is yours
Well open up that big ole fat wallet and pay me
Open yourself up to my plans or I'll never let you be free
Look at these DNA results and you'll find that...
This babe not yet born is yours
Please don't please don't please don't
Don't make me have to complicate
 'Cause your time is short
Can't deny
Better not even try
'Cause this is, this is, this is your fate
The baby is yours
2008 Ramona Thompson

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