Surplus
Avoid the cliches of the time
Towing the standard lover's line
We drag around a ball and chain
Morals of old victoria, victoria
But petticoats and corridors
Chastity behind closed doors
It's all confused in lover's brains
It's surplus, all surplus
Guilt and fear are no loss to me
Others find their place
Sex and lies inside and outside
Life is always nearly false
Rather keep my integrity
Does it have to be
Confused in lover's brains?
It's surplus