There's a woman from tomorrow living among us nowadays
Who can't help being appalled by our backwards kind of ways

With one hand she rocks the cradle of all single motherhood
While the other raises fist against phallocentric patriarchy
At her feet, a burning Bible, lest madam be misunderstood
For indeed she has arrived to redefine "equality"

In the future whence she comes humans have outgrown primal need
Procreation still occurs - though only through true and pure affection
Otherwise men aren't so eager to spread their vital seed
And ladies are none too keen on receiving its injection

You may think that's how things already are
But libidinal tension belies friendship between genders
We've simply not advanced very far
Or else why such strife, games, players and pretenders?

Tomorrow's woman is here to teach us new ways to relate
However, her compassion makes her overly polite - yet she would surely love to state:

"Sisters, quit giving up your dreams to support overgrown boys
 Sex ought to be divested of subversive, male overtones
 Don't demean yourself by becoming just another of their toys
 Cast off the shackles of subservience, disregarding any groans

 Being a mother doesn't mean your life should fall into decadence
 There's no excuse for sacrificing personal goals or identity
 Raise that child with an independent female radiance
 And let not your happiness depend upon matrimony!"

Of course men are left perplexed because we can hardly comprehend
That to pave roads to real equality the ground must first be cleared
This one who stands before you can see what's coming 'round the bend
Brothers please have some trust - it is nothing to be feared!

The women of tomorrow grow more beautiful each year
Since they are forced to wait for yesterday's men to disappear . . .