Sossity You're A Woman
Hello, you straight-laced ladyDressed in white but your shoes aren't cleanPainted them up with polishIn the hope we can't see where you've been
The smiling face that you've wornTo greet me rising at morningSent me out to work for my scorePlease me and say what it's for
Give me the straight-laced promiseAnd not the pathetic lieTie me down with your ribbonsAnd sulk when I ask you why
Your Sunday paper voice criesDemanding truths I denyThe bitter-sweet kiss you pretendedIs offered, our affair mended
Sossity, you're a womanSociety, you're a woman
All of the tears you're wastingAre for yourself and not for meIt's sad to know you're agingSadder still to admit I'm free
Your immature physical toyHas grown too young to enjoyAt last your straight-laced agreementWoman, you were too old for me
Sossity, you're a womanSociety, you're a woman