this.document.write('I\'m Glad I\'m a Man



I\'m glad I\'m a man, yes I am, I am king
I don\'t live off of berries, bob-bons, and rings
I don\'t brag to my girlfriends about my infections
I won\'t talk to the blind man, concerning directions.

I\'m glad I\'m a man, I\'m so glad I could yell
I don\'t shave my hair, wax, or use gel
I don\'t buy wonder bras, or girdles or such
and I don\'t beg for money to enlarge my bust.

I\'m glad I\'m a man, of that I am proud.
I\'m not all bitchy, annoying and loud.
I won\'t try to squeeze in jeans three sizes too small.
My crdit card is still good when I leave from the mall.

Yes, I\'m glad I\'m a man, a man you see
I can pee standing up, sitting down, or in a tree
I don\'t believe every ad with the word free

I won\'t drink diet coke, or eat a rice cake.
There\'s no silicone here, my chest isn\'t fake.
My face isn\'t "lifted," my bra isn\'t stuffed,
I do what\'s proper, I leave the toilet seat up.

It doesn\'t take hours to fix up my hair,
I don\'t see the need to use the bathroom in pairs.
I won\'t throw a tyrade and then blame PMS.
I\'m a man, and I\'m glad I can deal with my stress.

I have intuition, I never get lost.
I share household duties, I won\'t try to be boss.
I\'m a man and with that comes a high sense of class.
I won\'t wear a swimsuit that rides up my ass.

I won\'t go out at night in a black leather skirt,
Then slap anybody who just tries to flirt.
You crazy women scare me, you have lots of gall,
To make Lorena a hero for hacking off balls.

I won\'t cry like a baby when Bambi gets shot
I don\'t make up false places, like the infamous "G-spot."
I\'m a man of high faith, its my right to command.
The bible and God say all women must serve under man.
I\'m a man by chance and I\'m thankful it\'s true--
I\'m glad I\'m a man and not a woman like you.');