Ten hundred books could I write you about her
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Cause I felt if I could know her
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I would know all women
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And they've not been any too well known
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For brains and planning and organized thinking
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But I'm sure the women are equal
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And they may be ahead of the men
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Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around
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Cause one organizes the other
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And sometimes the most lost and wasted
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Attract the most balanced and sane
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And the wild and the reckless take up
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With the clocked and the timed
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And the mixture is all of us
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And we're still mixing
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But never never never
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Never could have it been done
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If the women hadn't entered into the deal
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Like she came along to me
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And all creeds and kinds and colors
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Of us are blending
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Till I suppose ten million years from now
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We'll all be just alike
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Same color, same size, working together
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And maybe we'll have all of the fascists
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Out of the way by then
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Maybe so
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But never never never
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Never could have it been done
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If the women hadn't entered into the deal
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Like she came along to me
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She Came Along To Me
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| Wilco |
