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

Women are irrational, all there is to that!
Their are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and hags!
[To
Pickering, why can't a woman be like a man?

Pickering: I beg your

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

Why does do what the others do?
Can't a woman to use her head?
Why do they do their mothers do?
Why don't grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a woman after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to
Wherever with them, you're always 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 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 slight
One, perhaps, truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a sex!
Why can't a woman take after
men are so friendly, good-natured 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 complain if I took out fellow?

Never.

Well, why can't a woman be us?

[To Mrs.
Mrs. Pearce, a woman...
Why a woman be more 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 be a chum?
Why is thinking something never do?
Why is logic never even
Straightening up their hair is all they do.
Why don't straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a behave like a man?
If I was a woman been to a ball,
Been hailed as a by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a overflowing?
And on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be me?