[Intro] (arpeggio)          1  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’re worn to greet me rising at morning sent me out    to work for my score please me and say what it’s for.         Sossity  you’re a wo-o-man   society   you’re a wo-o-man. 2  Give me the straight-laced promise and not the patetic lie    tie me down with your ribbons and sulk when i ask you why.    Your sun paper voice cries demanding truths i deny. The bitter    sweet kiss you pretend is offered our affair mended.             Sossity   you’re a wo-o-man  society      you’re a wo-o-man. 3  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 i’m free    your immature phisical toy has grown too young to enjoy    at last your straight-laced agreement    woman you where too old for me.      Sossity you’re a wo-o-man    society   you’re a wo-o-man.