A Hymn To Him - Voice

What in all of heaven could have prompter her to go
 After such a triumph at the ball?
 What could have depressed her?
 What could have possesed her?
 I can't understand the wretch at all
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 Women are irrational
 That's all there is to that
 Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags
 They're nothing but exasperating, irritating, vasilating
 Calculating, agitating, maddening and infuriating hags
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 Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?
 I beg your pardon?
 Yes, why can't a woman be more like a man?
 Men are so honest so thoroughly square
 Eternally noble, historically fair
 Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat
 Why can't a woman be like that?
 Why does every one do what the others do?
 Can't a woman learn to use her head?
 Why do they do everything 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're 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!
 Why can't a woman be like you?
 One man in a million might shout a bit
 Now and then as one with slight defects
 One perhaps who truths will make you doubt a bit
 But by and large we are a marvelous sex
 Why can't a woman take after a man?
 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!
 Why can't a woman be like us?
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 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?
 Wise thinking is something women never do
 Wise logic, never even tried
 Straightening up their hair is all they ever do
 Why don't the straighten up the mess that's inside?
 Why can't a woman behave like a man?
 If 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
 Or 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?