What Makes a Man

The trees have shivered cold, And their leaves have lost their gold; Oh they'll never see the sun again 'Till they escape from natures hold I know what makes a boy, Behind the pocket of his pants Oh I'll walk the line, I'll walk the line But he'll never make me dance But what makes a man? What makes a man? Is it one that doesn't play? Oh I'll lay with him, I'll lay with him But that man can't make me stay I'll hold your hand and stay with you As long as you would want me to But don't tie me up Or push me down 'Cause that's when I won't follow through What makes a man Is it a dominating stance? Oh I'll stand with him, I'll stand with him But he'll never make me dance Sending shivers down his spine Where's your heart of gold? I'm sorry I can't call you mine But I won't do as I'm told Well I may not know what makes a man But I guess I know what breaks a man It's a lady dressed like me - In pale skin, head dipped in gold Oh, I might sleep in your arms tonight But I'm still not in your hold