The Company Of Men.

I came from a town, a small town

where small minded people didn't mind me

and the ones that cared were never girls,

they only pretended to admire my curls.

And the men might say “who cut your hair,

it isn't fair to shear your locks like that,

Who did that, and why and when?

Thats when I fell for the company of men.

Men speak the truth as it applies to women

Nothing to gain, nothing to lose it seems,

drink beer, no fear, secure together,

Ignore the models bonnet, except for the feather.

That feather would make good flights for darts

whether it came from a cock or a hen,

Aim straight and true, it's die or do,

thats why I admire the company of men.

My other half was a country boy

Mollycoddled by a doting mother

He could do no wrong in thought or deed

He hadn't hands to bless himself, or another,

She washed his socks and combed his hair

and fitted out his indulgent den,

He never said thanks, enjoyed the ranks

and the bonhomie in the company of men.

I'm still a woman in spirit and soul

My parts and their parts are north and south,

Their world is a ship on a course, not mine,

and I know now their vessel will never come about.

I envy them, those cocky bastards,

I'll say it and I'll say it and I'll say it again,

They've no respect for me, and so shall it be,

I can only be a voyeur in the company of men.