[Verse 1]
I’m still in the hospital socks
Hair in a knot, wristband on
You’re at my door with a plastic cup
Asking, “So… when’s the next one?”
[Verse 2]
Car seat, stroller, diaper bag
I smell like spit-up and dry shampoo
You wink at my partner down the hall
“Four’s a party, just need two”
[Chorus]
I’m done having babies, thanks for your concern
My body’s not a factory, not your turn
I got three little hurricanes spinning my world
I’m good, I’m full, I’m finally sure
I’m done having babies, done keeping score
So you can keep your questions at the door (at the door)
[Verse 3]
You say I’ll “miss the baby stage”
While I’m reheating cold french fries
I’ve slept four hours this whole week
But you’ve got plans for my insides
[Pre-Chorus]
Got names picked out for children I won’t meet
You’re building cribs in a house that’s not your street
[Chorus]
I’m done having babies, thanks for your concern
My body’s not a checklist you can burn
I got three wild stories calling me mom
I’m good, I’m full, I’m moving on
I’m done having babies, chapter complete
So you can keep your comments nice and sweet (or keep them quiet)
[Bridge]
Ask me how I’m healing
Ask me if I ate
Ask me how I’m feeling
How I’m holding all this weight
But don’t you dare plan my tomorrow
While I’m still in yesterday
My family’s here, it’s perfectly messy
And it’s gonna stay this way (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m done having babies, thanks for your concern
My life’s more than a number you can turn
I got three bright faces lighting this room
Enough love here, no more womb
I’m done having babies, sing it again
My body, my choice, my “amen” (amen)