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Who would be born into a mans's man's man's world? |
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But what do children care |
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For grown ups' despair |
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A house can hold both boy and girl |
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But every mother's son grows up |
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And daughters imitate |
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And the burden of careworn world |
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Is his to bear -- |
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Hers to wait |
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As the open world of a tomboy girl |
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Closes on a growing wife |
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From a childhood clear |
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Through teenage years |
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That always seem to be more |
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Trouble than strife. |
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From the hot dark of the night |
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To the cold light of day |
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From the cradle to wife to grave |
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Unless I stand in the way |
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As the open world of a tomboy girl |
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Closes in with growing strife |
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For my own sake |
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I'll comfort take |
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To know I'd never make a wife |
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As the open world of a tomboy girl |
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Closes in with growing strife |
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For my own sake |
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I'll comfort take |
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In the knowledge that |
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I'd never make a wife |
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You hear them talk of women's way with hatred |
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And it cuts me like a knife |
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Poor men, so much to bear |
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The children and the trouble and strife |
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The open world of a tomboy girl |
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Is the best of life |
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From a childhood clear |
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You end up here |
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In trouble and strife |
