Hello you straight laced lady
Dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean
Painted them up with polish

In the hope we can't see where you've been

The smiling face that you've worn

To greet me writing at morning
Sent me out to work for my score
Please me and say what it's for


Give me the straight laced promise
And not a pathetic lie

Tie me down with your ribbons
And sulk when i ask you why


Your sunday paper voice cries
Demanding truths i deny
The bittersweet kiss you pretended

Is offered our affair mended

Sossity you're a woman

Society you're a woman

All of the tears you're wasting

Are for yourself and not for me
It's sad to know you're aging
Sadder still to admit i'm free


Your immature physical toy
Has grown too young to enjoy

At last your straight laced agreement
Woman you were too old for me


Sossity you're a woman
Society you're a woman