Years from now, they will make water from the reservoirs of our

idiot tempers. 

Soon enough, work and love will make a man

out of you. 

Through and through. 

Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, 

as he walked from room to room

saying"Women are winning the tournament of hearts.

Somebody's got to lose..." Soon enough, work and love

will make a man out of you. 

Through and through.Soon enough.