| 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 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 I’ll comfort take
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| In the knowledge that 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 |