No man, she, no she-man, she
Is everything she wants to be.
Muscles taut, with eager grin,
Causing people's heads to spin,
She lifts the carton, hits the nail,
Runs the line and slams the rail.
Swaggering in her steel-toed boots,
Classy in her tailored suits,
My gal's tough, but tender, too,
Fits me like a well-worn shoe.
She's my love, makes my heart pound,
Comes on top without a sound,
Leaves me breathless, wanting more,
Just a taste of what's in store.
Brings me sliding, spinning free,
Makes me laugh --
She's meant for me!!!!!