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| The calluses grow on the palm of his hand, |
| And dirt collects under his fingernails. |
| Deep lines in his face show where |
| He succeeded and when he failed. |
| Is this a measure of a man? |
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| His hair is cut and combed the right |
| Way as he hurries in his business suit. |
| His brains are in his briefcase, and feels |
| Safe with a knife tucked inside his boot. |
| Is this a measure of a man? |
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| He works hard to be sensitive to his woman |
| And strives to keep the family ties strong. |
| His heart stays on the narrow path, and |
| He tries to do nothing wrong. |
| Is this a measure of a man? |
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| At parties, he's handy with the ladies, |
| And knows how to put on a show. |
| He selects on e for the rest of the evening, |
| And then lets his feelings flow. |
| Is this a measure of a man? |
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| He doesn't let his emotions show, |
| And won't let anyone see him cry. |
| After all a man has to be in control, |
| Even when someone he loves dies. |
| Is this a measure of a man? |
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| His body is supposed to hold is liquor |
| When he's out with the guys to drink. |
| And he wonders why he makes mistakes |
| When he prays to the gleaming sink. |
| Is this a measure of a man? |
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| What is a man supposed to be? |
| Sometimes I don't really know. |
| I need to be cool and put on a show. |
| All I really can do is just be me. |
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