If only my voice was a little bit deeper
Oh, the opportuities I would have
If my ovaries in turn were in a sack
Or if my chest were flat and hairy
Oh, how my livllihood would improve
Doubting my work would be justified
And I wouldn't have to prove a thing.
If I were taller and more athletic
I would never be alone.
Women would beg for the chance
To be my night time visitor
And no one would call me loose.
If only these few things were different
Oh, the world I could create.