Years from now, they will make water from
The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you
Through and through
Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter,
As he walked from room to room
Saying "Women are winning the tournament of hearts,
Somebody's got to lose..."
Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you.
Through and through.
Years from now, they will make water from
The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
Years from now, they will make water from
The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
