What in all of heaven could've prompted her to go
After such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed her
What could've possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating
Vacillating, calculating, agitating
Maddening and infuriating hags!

Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?
Hm

Yes
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square
Eternally noble, historic'ly fair
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please
Whenever you are with them, you're always at ease
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?

Of course not!
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
Nonsense
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
Never

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

Of course not!
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?
Nonsense
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?
Never

Well, why can't a woman be like us?

Mrs. Pearce, you're a woman
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps
Ready to help you through any mishaps
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum
Why can't a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do

Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?

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