A Woman Is A Woman
And A Man Is A Man
But We Both Have Hands
To Hold And To Choke
What Will Not Love Us Back
Well That Was The Plan
A Woman Is A Woman
But She Was Once Made From Him
A Little Bone He Could Do Without
Carved With The Precision Of A Voodoo Limb
With A Nose And Eyes And Breasts
To Love And To Do Without.
To Do Without
A Woman Is A Woman
And A Man Is A Man
And They Dream Of Similar Things
Of Houses And Cigarettes,
Of Sex And Blank-Faced Babies
Of Cars And Wedding Rings
A Man Is A Man
Who Dreads The Morning Crust
In The Corners Of Her Eyes
Who Greets The Morning Carelessly
And Starts To Rearrange
All Her Things He’d Come To Despise
And Her Hollow Breath Caressing "Good Morning"
Like A Bellow From Her Thighs
A Woman Is A Woman
And A Man Is A Man
Who Knows He’s Never Wrong
And A Woman Is A Woman
Who Knows She’s Without Hope
Woe For A Place That She Might Long
And If There Were A Savior
Some Humbled In Between
Then I Might Get Away
From The Places I Have Rotted
By Trying To Stay Clean
Unsex Me I Might Pray
I’m Just Waiting For The Day,
For Heartache Is My Terror
And Lonesome Is My Plan
Where We Will Share This Cigarette
And Struggle To Be Brave
Knowing A Man Is A Man
Is A Man
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