The Oven Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

Well I guess I gotta pawn off my guitar
I guess I gotta go and trade in my old car
I gotta find a place to stay and raise a little sand
She's got one in the oven,
From what I understand

My old school books are boxed and put away
In the basment, where I won't need them anyway
'Cause there's barely enough time to think working with your hands
She's got one in the oven
From what I understand

Wandered by the clinic on 17 and damned
Guess I need a drink tonight, you know how I get
Not afraid of getting old, not afraid to be a man
She's got one in the oven now
From what I understand

Can you promise me you won't give it my name?
That's all I ask until I'm sure that we're both to blame
I sure picked a fine time to leave, it's almost like she planned
She's got one in the oven
From what I understand