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Henry: What in all in could've promted her to go,
After such a as the ball?
What depressed her;
What could've possessed
I understand the wretch at all.

Women are irrational, all there is to that!
heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and hags!
[To
Pickering, why can't a woman be like a man?

Pickering: I beg pardon?

Yes...
Why can't a woman be more like a
Men are so honest, so square;
noble, historically fair;
Who, when you win, will always your back a pat.
Why can't a woman be like

Why does ev'ryone do the others do?
Can't a woman to use her head?
Why do they do their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a
Men are so pleasant, so to please;
Wherever you're with them, you're at ease.

Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for

Of not!

Would you be livid if I had a drink or

Nonsense.

Would you be wounded if I never sent you

Never.

Well, why a woman be like you?

One man in a million may a bit.
Now and then there's one with slight
One, perhaps, truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and we are a marvelous sex!
Why can't a woman after man?
Cause men are so friendly, and kind.
A better companion you will find.
If I were hours for dinner, would you bellow?

Of not!

If I forgot your birthday, would you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you complain if I out another fellow?

Never.

Well, why a woman be like us?

[To Mrs.
Mrs. Pearce, a woman...
Why can't a woman be like a man?
Men are so decent, such chaps.
to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a
Why is thinking women never do?
Why is logic never tried?
Straightening up their is all they ever do.
Why they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman like a man?
If I was a who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by
Would I start weeping a bathtub overflowing?
And on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be me?