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