What is a woman?
What makes a woman tick?
What makes her scream and moan and lick?
Why does she smile when she ought to cry?
We're left wondering just how and why.
What is a woman without a man?
What is girl but a reprimand?
Too thin, too fat.
Too light, too dark.
Too much too soon,
Her truth too stark.
What is a woman when the curtains are drawn?
When the lights are out, but it's almost dawn?