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Henry: What in all in heaven promted her to go,
such a triumph as the ball?
What could've her;
What could've her?
I cannot understand the at all.

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

Pickering: I beg your

Yes...
Why can't a be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly
Eternally noble, historically
Who, when you win, will give your back a pat.
Why a woman be like that?

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

Would you be slighted if I speak for hours?

Of not!

Would you be if I had a drink or two?

Nonsense.

Would you be wounded if I never you flowers?

Never.

Well, why can't a be like you?

One man in a million may a bit.
Now and then there's one with defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you a bit.
But by and we are a marvelous sex!
Why can't a woman take after
Cause men are so friendly, and kind.
A companion you never will find.
If I were hours for dinner, would you bellow?

Of not!

If I forgot your silly birthday, you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you if I took out another fellow?

Never.

Well, why a woman be like us?

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