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 rising 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 the 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 bitter-sweet 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