richard thompson
woman or a man
I stepped on the dance floor feeling very cool I thought I saw an angel sitting on a stool I just couldn’t tell, you’ll think I’m a fool If she was a woman or a man She was the kind of woman that a man could crave From her high-heeled shoes to her permanent wave Except maybe she was needing a shave Was she a woman or a man? O I asked her to dance and I took her by the hand She held me so tight, it was hard for me to stand Built like a lumberjack, I couldn’t understand If she was a woman or a man Well, I walked her home, it was quarter past four My heart was thumping as we ducked in the door And then when she kissed me I thought I was sure If she was a woman or a man Well, she stole my wallet and she knocked me off my feet She tied on her roller skates and made her retreat All I found was a blond wig a-lying in the street Was she a woman or a man? Well, I don’t care if she seemed unkind She stole my heart and she robbed me blind I love her so much that I still wouldn’t mind If she was a woman or a man