• There once was a woman, I don't know this woman,


    But there once was a woman, and she was pregnant.


    She delivered her baby, a beautifull girl.


    A woman, who I do not know, a child, who is not me.


    And the woman loved her child, but love with father wasn't to be.


    A woman I do not know, a child thats not me, a father long gone.


    The woman and the child suffered throught life.


    The woman, who I don't know, began to date.


    The child, who's not me, began to grow.


    And the woman and the child lived and loved.





    But the woman's heart was broken, the woman who I don't know,


    And in this the child dispaired, the child who is not me.


    The woman and the child went on.


    The woman became sucessful in life, though unhappy for a wile.


    And the child grew and learned, though young she knew much.


    So the woman, who I don't know, and the child, who's not me, lived and prospered.





    But the woman, who I don't know, began love's search again,


    And the child, who's not me, got older.


    The woman, who I don't know, began kissing frogs, but all she got were toads.


    The child, who's not me, learned and love her mother.


    And the woman's heart was broken, and the child watched.





    The child, who's not me, was old enought to understand her mother's srow.


    The woman, who I don't know, cried before the child.


    And the child knew as children do to sit and offer help.


    But woman denied and instead wished love and cried.


    The woman, who I don't know, was sad, and the child, who's not me, watched on.





    And so the child grew, the child who's not me, and learned, and loved foolishly


    And the girl, who's not me, 'Cause I learned early and she settled for toads, died of an overdose.