I had a miscarriage when I was 18 years oldnAnd I didn't know whynBut if I knew then what I have learned I'd be like my kidnAnd never grow upnnBut I'd be like my dad, who scrapped and he savednTo land him a wife, who would leave him some daynFor some other god, he couldn't competenSo I'd be like my dad, and cry me to sleepnnOr I'd be like my mom and wait for the daynfor Jesus to come and we all say his namenbut I don't know why he never didnSo I'd be like my mom, and wait for the endnnOr I'd be like my dog and never give upnI'd die in my sleep, while chasing a foxnand I'd pitch me a fit, till I got what I wantnso I'd be like my dog, until you gave me up