What Makes a Man

Written by: Dana Smith

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