Lets go over this one more time:

Here’s the baby – born of me,

but the neighbor says he belongs to her.

And the judge looks like he really

doesn’t care which whore wins

– just wants this case as precedent –

and the baby is making enough noise to give

us all a headache – so the judge

whips out his sword and says we’ll just

slice him up the middle. And I think maybe

in my job you have it you sell it and you still have it

but being a mother is about loving not owning

and I slip myself in between him and the sword.

The judge says here, he’s yours

And I say, you just don’t get it.