There is no way a mom can say

"that child is not mine"

But for me things were different

Because no one would know

No one knew that the child was in fact mine

Because no one was there when he was born

No one cares enough about a child

That was made from sin and conceived from unrequited love

There is no secret, it takes two to tango

But there comes great shame when you have to wear the dress from the ball

For the next nine months

And that is the crime

When you love someone enough to wear the dress

They should love you enough to put on the suit and tie

But no one was there when he was born

No one can testify that he's mine