Woman Child Harry Chapin

Dripping streetlights
Darkened buildings
Wandering
Head hung down low
Where will she go?

Woman child, your eyes are wild
The rain runs down your hair
Woman child, mercy mild
What will you tell your teddy bear?

I turned you on my solid body
My electric Gibson guitar
My clever fingers searched
And found exactly where you are
You went too far

I was an early morning phone call
What news have I received
A halting voice is telling me
What we have both conceived
Asking how the dilemma
How can it be releived?

"I will give you money, Honey
I will set up a time
But you got to go there on your own babe
'cause I don't know that it's mine."