Hey Joe...

“Yes, I’m going to have a kid, Joe,
and I know just what you’ll say.
Impossible? I thought that too,
but it’s real, Joe – no mistake.
There’s no one else – I swear,
Joe – don’t look at me that way.
I’m not crazy, please believe me;
here – take back your precious ring!
Won’t change the fact I love you.
Don’t my words mean anything?”

“They damn-well don’t, not said
with lips that sought another’s kiss.
What fever has possessed you
makes you say such things as this?
Did the devil make you pregnant?
You sold your soul, maybe?
If you’re a virgin – pigs could fly!
Don’t play cruel games with me.”

“I’ve kept myself for you alone...
only ask the Lord on high.
No pact with man, nor devil, Joe;
inside me grows God’s child.
A messenger – an angel
said that He had chosen me
to teach the boy of earthly life,
with my husband soon to be.

So label me a whore, Joe...
feed the gossip, fuel the lies!
Abandon me – or marry me?
Let me know what you decide.
Only ask yourself one question,
would you like to be abused?
That’s just the way it feels, Joe –
standing in my shoes.

I suppose I should be honoured...
not frightened, hurt and lost,
to bear a child who’s born to die
strung up on some cross.
For both our sakes, I beg you,
though he’s not your flesh and blood –
deride me, hate me, all you want,
only love Him as our son.”