Man, What a Woman

She opens her heart with a slow reveal
Man, what a woman
Shows a treasure that’s lain long concealed
Man, what a woman
Then drives away in a low-slung automobile
Man, what a woman
She won’t suffer pomposity
Or tolerate hypocrites
She’s got a bullshit detector, first class
And she keeps it lit
She’s got cool taste in music, likes it rustic and weird
Man, what a woman
Her favourite singers all have sideburns or beards
Man, what a woman
She loves the end of Pale Rider when Clint Eastwood sneers
Man, what a woman
She’s got a quicksilver wisdom
And a head full of spells
Two or three children around her feet
And she raises 'em well
It’s a lucky man who’s ever loved, held or kissed her
Man, what a woman
You ask me am I one, but I ain’t tellin' mister
Man, what a woman
If she was ever in any kind of trouble I’d be honoured to assist her
Man, what a woman
She’s the queen of the greenwood, she’s Pan’s little sister
Man, what a woman
She’s married already
To someone righteous and kind
She’ll always be beautiful
But she’ll never be mine
What a woman!
What a woman, man