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