Striped ties Are not thigh highs Red nails Do not bring whales Cufflinks Sollicit high jinks And I am done With this run
One of the guys Says you and I Is one I’ll never be “Sweetpea” A wink here and a smooch there What they really want is an affair Clients and colleagues alike All want to know my plans for tonight Sorry, boys But I’m no toy And neither am I One of the boys
Beauty, pizzazz, and smarts Don’t get you far in these parts Stocks, bonds, and AI No one is an ally Unless you’re a guy Then clients buy and buy Tall, white, testosterone Otherwise, you’re alone It’s all for one And one and done But for a woman Her place, the oven Old frat brothers And many others Versus Orphan Annie Your pick, Mr. Canny?
Rain, rain, rain Hurry, hurry, Jane Up the hill Through the crosswalk Every day’s a drill Rubber rain boots Heavy duty treads All for the sake of working Like the living dead