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.
Soon enough.