What will happen to me when the newness wears off,
When I'm not quite so cute or cuddly and soft.
What will happen to me at the end of the day
When you're tired and lonely and I want to play.
What will happen to me when the money's all gone
And the food and the milk won't last that long
What will happen to me when your friends call
To go on a date or just off to the mall
You can't go along, you'll have to stay home
You're a mother now, home is where you belong
Your friends have grown tired of just stopping by
To watch you change diapers and to hear me cry
They have things to do and places to go
They have dreams to fulfill, you have nowhere to go
You have responsibilities now, my needs must come first
Even though you are angry and ready to burst
What will happen to me when you have to explode
It just isn't fair-- and I'm becoming a load
Will you hit me and yell and then toss me aside
Like that guy did to you when he said that you lied
The baby's not his and he has someone new
Other plans to fulfill that don't include you
Would it have been better had you given more thought
To have been more responsible while “playing adult”
What will you do-- what can you be???
Instead of having to worry-- “what will happen to me?”