Soon Enough

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. Years from now, they will make water from The reservoirs of our idiot tempers 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 Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you