Well, Mr. Bradshaw, what's on your mind? Bearings, inspector He's a good one, too Just look at that record Okay, now walk had your little joke Give her to somebody else, I asked for a man We don't have a man with her qualifications Seriously Mr. Brad If you treat right, she might make you a star to the party What do you mean, treat her right? Get that chip off your shoulder What's wrong with her? She's a woman isn't? We all uphold the walls between What seems to be our gender diversities While disconnecting all chords All chords once plugged into perversity No one it seems in a long time Has had relationships based on respect Rather what you see are situations Made to observe Observe and dissect Then analyze to try to find The ever present obscurity To see why love has lost so much Meaning and any signs of surety Because no one cares for the wears and tears That befall our society Once the gender wars were waged Most fell victim Victim to a piety There's no cure except a struggle To relate until walls are erased And we come as one to know each other On things that aren't so gender based And we come as one to know each other On things that aren't so gender based