Jethro Tull 

 

  

 

   Sossity: You're A Woman

 

 

  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.