How Sad

What are the poor girls getting? To whom do they raise a voice? What are the poor girls netting? They just have Hobson's choice They crane their delicate necks But there's just one opposite sex How sad To be a woman Women are stuck with men A lady's life must be dreary Without a lady to call "dearie" A woman's cheek is for caressing A man's is trouble It's mostly stubble It's sad And so depressing Ladies, I ask again How can a woman Be like a woman? What do they see in men? A woman's hand is tiny A man has just a paw A woman's mouth is soft and sweet A man has just a jaw Beneath her chin lies heaven While under his is hair In fact, she's entirely heaven It's blissful to be there How can they make such a fuss Over ugly, simply, predatory bums like us? How sad To be a woman Women are stuck with men A lady's life must be dreary Without a lady to call "dearie" A woman's cheek is for caressing A man's is trouble It's mostly stubble It's sad And so depressing Ladies, I ask again How can a woman Be like a woman? What do they see in men?