| Stand up if ya wanna fight
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| I’m tellin’all the women stand up for your rights
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| If ya wanna wear the trousers you wanna act like a man
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| I’d love to trade ya places love to be your thang
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| I’d do all the shopping collect you favorite suit
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| Press all the laundry polish all your boots
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| And if you brought me flowers I’d meet you at the door
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| Have your dinner ready your slippers on the floor
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| And when day turns to night and you feel alright
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| And I turn out the lights
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| Touch the hand of the man who’ll make ya woman
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| Touch the hand of the man who’ll make it right
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| Touch the hand of the man who’ll make ya woman
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| Cause when day turns to night and you feel alright
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| And I turn out the lights
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| Stand up — it’s alright
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| Love to play the woman — love to play your wife
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| Light you favorite cigarette — pour your favorite drink
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| Wear your best apron — wash the dishes in the sink
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| Get your shaving lotion — turn the shower on Warm up your bathrobe — keep my baby warm
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| Read ya bedtime stories — while you take a nap
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| Turn on the TV — put out the cat
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| But when day turns to night and you feel alright
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| And I turn out the lights. |