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

Women are irrational, all there is to that!
Their heads are of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
and infuriating hags!
[To
Pickering, why a woman be more like a man?

I beg your pardon?

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

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

Would you be slighted if I didn't for hours?

Of not!

Would you be livid if I had a or two?

Nonsense.

Would you be wounded if I sent you flowers?

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 take after man?
men are so friendly, good-natured and kind.
A companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you

Of not!

If I forgot your silly birthday, you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you if I took out another fellow?

Never.

Well, why can't a woman be us?

[To Mrs.
Mrs. Pearce, a woman...
Why can't a be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such chaps.
Ready to help you any mishaps.
Ready to you up whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a
Why is thinking something never do?
Why is logic even tried?
Straightening up hair is all they ever do.
Why they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a
If I was a who'd been 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?
Would I run off and never tell me I'm going?
Why can't a be like me?