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