Incubator (Breasticles version)

Lyrics
Guess you could say I'm not exactly maternal If something's growing inside me I call it a tumor, baby Attached to my organs Like a tick or a tapeworm feeds Courtesy should let me deflate the leech Eech, eech I'll stick in my thumb and pull-out the plumb I'll stick in my thumb and pull-out my son Oh, can't make me I'm not an incubator Oh-oh-oh Can't catch me to plant your seed There are men who will hunt me Hypnotize me with 'love' So I will show less resistance to their life-stealing baby gun Sometimes it's depressing It can get me down To know my reason for being is just to bе an oven one day I'm not one I will run I'm not onе I'm no fun Oh, can't make me I'm not a baby-maker Oh-oh-oh Can't catch me to plant your seed I need every little drop of life if I've got to live this life I can't spare a drop of life I need it to live this life
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Credits
- Writers
- Kristeen Young