Soon Enough

Years from now, they will make water from
 The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
 Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you
 Through and through
 Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter,
 As he walked from room to room
 Saying "Women are winning the tournament of hearts,
 Somebody's got to lose..."
 Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you.
 Through and through.
 Years from now, they will make water from
 The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
 Years from now, they will make water from
 The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
 Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
 Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
 Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you