Josephine

Josephine (Growing Up In A Man’s World)

Mommy taught her how to cook

To do her laundry and stay clean

Told her always to be nice

And never to be mean

Tells her ev’rything ‘bout men

And the life that she will lead

Cuz a loud or clever girl

Is never to be seen

And while her brother’s playing soccer

She’s knitting dresses for her dolls

He’s running through the world

While she will always stay at home

Cause she knows that that’s the place

Where all women do belong

Yes, she’ll be the lovely bride

Carried by her man so strong

So she’s looking in the mirror

Practicing a jolly smile

Cause for a husband every woman

Would love to walk an extra mile

Pretty hair, pretty face

In the world there ain’t no space

For the girls with unique souls

Or a pretty clever mind

To marry and to bear a child

Will stay a woman’s only goal

And in eleven or twelve years

On her sunny wedding day

When she’ll be walking down the aisle

Looking happy, looking gay

She will fake a joyful smile

Cause inside of her it’s grey

Feeling empty, feeling weak

Cause her pretty voice don’t matter

So she never learned to speak