Ten hundred books   Could I write you about her?   'Cause I felt if I could know her   I would know all women      And they've not been any too well known   For brains and plannin' and organized thinkin'   But I'm sure the women are equal   And they may be ahead of the men      Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around   'Cause one organizes the other   And sometimes the most lost and wasted   Attract the most balanced and sane      And the wild and the reckless   Take up with the clocked and the timed   And the mixture is all of us   And we're still mixing      But never, never, never   Never could have it been done   If the women hadn't entered into the deal   Like she came along to me      And all creeds and kinds and colors   Of us are blending   Till I suppose, ten million years from now   We'll all be just alike      Same color, same size, oh, workin' together   And maybe, we'll have all of the fascists   Out of the way by then   Maybe so      But never, never, never   Never could have it been done   If the women hadn't entered into the deal   Like she came along to me