Krista Detor - From Miss Emma Brawley lyrics

Dear Mr. Darwin, I read a letter Says I'm no better than a monkey in a dress I beg to differ, that's not how it is, sir Surely your wife would not agree Surely your wife knows what is best Oh, the good book, sir, here on my dresser In black and white, sir, it's there for anyone to see It took six days and nights to make the world just right And I can tell you there's no man Who'll make a monkey outta me A monkey's uncle lives in the circus Swings on a tent pole and works for peanuts Has never read a book, don't know an A from B And sir, there's not a man who'll make a monkey outta me – No monkey outta me No, not my brother when I was younger He tried to tell me there were monsters underneath the bed Think I'm a fool, son? While you have your fun I'm gonna sleep just like a baby ‘cause it's all inside your head A monkey's uncle lives in the circus Swings on a tent pole and works for peanuts Has never read a book, don't know an A from B And, sir, there's not a man who'll make a monkey outta me And not the salesman when he came knockin' He tried to tell me he could sell me if I'd let him in Foot in the door, sir, I 'bout broke it good, sir ‘Cause any fool can spot the devil when he's peddlin' tin And not my old man – he asked for my hand Then got him a girlfriend like Mr. Fancy Free I threw him out, sir – Oh, he could have her 'Cause like I tell you there's no man Who'll make a monkey outta me So, Mr. Darwin, you might be a smart man Oh, but the Lord, sir, will set you straight and true I hate to curse, sir – but what is worse, sir Is that the road to hell has surely made a monkey outta you And I am here today, same as I'll always be And sir, there's not a man who'll make a monkey outta me No monkey outta me