Hello you straight laced lady
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dressed in white
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but your shoes aren't clean
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Painted them up with polish
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in the hope we can't see
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where you've been
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The smiling face
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that you've worn
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to greet me rising at morning
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sent me out to work for my score
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Please me and say what it's for
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Give me the straight
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laced promise
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and not the pathetic lie
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Tie me down with your ribbons
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and sulk when I ask you why
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Your Sunday paper voice cries
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demanding truths I deny
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The bitter sweet
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kiss you pretended
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is offered, our affair mended
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Sossity: You're a woman
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Society: You're a woman
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<Interlude>
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All of the tears you're wasting
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are for yourself and not for me
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It's sad to know you're aging
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Sadder still to admit I'm free
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Your immature
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physical toy has grown
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too young to enjoy at last
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your straight laced agreement
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woman, you were too old for me
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Sossity: You're a woman
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Society: You're a woman
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Sossity; You're a Woman
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| Jethro Tull |
