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 beenThe 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 forGive me the straight laced promise
And not a pathetic lie
Tie me down with your ribbons
And sulk when I ask you whyYour Sunday paper voice cries
Demanding truths I deny
The bittersweet kiss you pretended
Is offered, our affair mendedSossity, you're a woman
Society, you're a womanAll 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 freeYour immature physical toy
Has grown too young to enjoy
At last, your straight laced agreement
Woman, you were too old for meSossity, you're a woman
Society, you're a woman
Songwriters
IAN ANDERSONPublished by
Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP