A borrowed maternity dress is her wedding gown,

Two children already in tow.

She's walking through town.

He stood her up at the justice of the peace.

She's trying to call her niece to babysit.

Now, so she can find him,

But she had in mind a one hour honeymoon.

But she can smile for it's still too early

To tell such things, and she's not one to look a gift ring

Up the finger, but she's a dead ringer

For his last ex-wife, and he's not 

Going down that road again,

Even if the baby is his.

I said, even if the baby is his.

But!

She can still smile 'cause

She thinks it's too early

To tell such things,

But it ain't.

It's late.

It's much too late again.

-jenn