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It¿s A Man¿s World (Is This A Man¿s World)
Caroline Henderson
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Is this a man's world?
Is this a man's world?
It wouldn't be nothing, nothing
Without a woman in this world
You see, man made cars to take us over the roads
Man made the trains to carry heavy loads
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Is this a man's world?
Is this a man's world?
It wouldn't be nothing without a woman
Is this a man's world?
It wouldn't be nothing without a woman in this world
Man thinks about little baby girls and baby boys
Man makes them happy, 'cause man makes them toys
And after man's made everything, everything he can
You know that man makes money to buy from other man
Is this a man's world?
Is this, is this a man's world?
It wouldn't be nothing without a woman, oh
Is this a man's world?
It wouldn't be nothing, nothing, nothing
Without a woman in this world
Nothing without a woman in this world
Come send me on my way, woman
South Africa, home for the summer
This, this depression is only ink for these new beats
Teasing the tip of my stick shift dick, pick-tonguing me
Slow, baby girl, slow like these
Stars stretched light years beneath us
If we fall, we might break these wire
Strings and these blue chords she sings to me
I write poems because I'm trying to survive the thirties
Promising myself to write, if only to find the
Reason we have been thrown together like riffs
She has got to be beautiful in that room with no door
She has got to know how she moves the core of me
How she brings me back to revolution
Middle fingers rigid and pointed to the corporate sky
No need to ask me why I write anymore
I have been reminded I am nothing but a
Whore for women who feel as hard as they fuck
Duck and cover, girls, we are still at war
And I don't want to be hit by these cheap bullets
Designed to rip the heart out of grassroots struggle
You, you, you make me want to rock the fuck out of my thirties
Hold my older cunt up in protest
All I want to do is write poems so she can sing them to me
Silly, like camp songs and fires that last longer than his body
Leaving me slow, slow, slow, getting older and better
You and I, both getting older and better in this woman's world
This woman's world
This is nothing but a woman's world
Women have survived, survived, and survived
We really surviving in this crazy-ass woman's world