Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Benefit

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.