Tytuł: Sossity, You're A Woman

• Wykonawca: Jethro Tull
• Wyświetleń: 259

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.