It sounds to me like the singer/narrator is supposed to be a woman, trying to convince her male lover that she's as good as a man. It's as if he'd prefer to be with a man, and she's either an energetic substitute (presumably a prostitute), or perhaps just an eager girl trying to nudge a guy in a new (bisexual) direction with some friendly coaxing. Either way, she feels the need to keep reminding him to forget she's a woman just now, saying, over and over again, "I'm your man, baby, oh yeah, yes I am, I'm your man"... This kinda explains the constant references to getting it by hand, which is pretty much as androgynous as sex can get. Is there such a difference between the hand of a woman or man that it really matters?
Whichever the case, I think the song is an oddly romantic, albeit ultra quirky and kinky, little number... It's beautifully constructed and passionately performed--simple and elegant--a real treasure from the early CBGB punk scene.
It sounds to me like the singer/narrator is supposed to be a woman, trying to convince her male lover that she's as good as a man. It's as if he'd prefer to be with a man, and she's either an energetic substitute (presumably a prostitute), or perhaps just an eager girl trying to nudge a guy in a new (bisexual) direction with some friendly coaxing. Either way, she feels the need to keep reminding him to forget she's a woman just now, saying, over and over again, "I'm your man, baby, oh yeah, yes I am, I'm your man"... This kinda explains the constant references to getting it by hand, which is pretty much as androgynous as sex can get. Is there such a difference between the hand of a woman or man that it really matters?
Whichever the case, I think the song is an oddly romantic, albeit ultra quirky and kinky, little number... It's beautifully constructed and passionately performed--simple and elegant--a real treasure from the early CBGB punk scene.