The Woman,
Oh Yes! She's a fine young thing God created,
From birth when she's squirming,
When she"s wailing and crying,
To a wee little child,
Switching her hips from side to side,
Her little purse on her right arm,
And baby doll on her left,
Then she's a pre-teen,
Before the drama begins,
When she"s exploring things,
like boys and makeup,
To the teenage years,
When she's trying to break-up,
With the boy she called her "man",
Then she's and adult,
As mature as she's gonna get,
She's been waiting for this moment,
To get out of the house and be on her own,
Then, the old lady,
Who wants to be young,
old doesn't exist because she was brought up on young,
Finally, she's old
ready to die,
First she must shed light,
on the young she"ll leave behind.