Femininity Donna Theodore
Why can’t I be the girl that I want to be?
Why can’t I be the girl that I’m not?
Why do men always look as they look when they look at me?
I must have something but what have I got?
I say I would like to join the married class.
The man says ‘ yes my dear’ then makes another pass.
Femininity, femininity.
I guess I’m over blessed with femininity.
I want a family life, woman’s career.
But all that I get is a pinch on the ear.
Femininity, my femininity.
Just seems to bring out basic masculinity.
There is only one thing they want that’s understood.
I tell them I shouldn’t, they tell me I should.
There must be other ways to make a man feel good.
All I do is simple stand there.
All at once I feel a hand there.
Begging for my femininity.
Femininity, femininity.
Just seems to bring a crowd to my vicinity.
Other girls wind up with churches and bells.
Every man I know just kisses and tales.
Personality, my personality.
Just makes them all accept my hospitality.
When a man brings me home I ask him in.
I only intend to have one little gin.
Why do I always end up on a tiger skin?
There are times I can’t help feeling as I’m staring
at that ceiling.
What’s the point of my femininity?
