I know I look quite manly
With Brylcreem in my hair
But the urge to be so delicate
Is strong beyond compare
I know that they'll all love me so
In satin bows and curls
They'll say I'm just one of the girls
My women's intuition
Will whisper that I'm cute
When I wear my taffeta
Beneath my swanky suit
Mannish dame or lovely brute
The question is quite moot
I'll hold a frilly parasol
When strolling in the park
I'll need a charming escort
For safety after dark
I'll be the sweetest debutante
In crinoline and pearls
What a vision! I'm just one of the girls
Struggle buggy bunny... Just one of the girls
Don't call me a cake eater... I'm one of the girls