Avoid the cliches of the timenTowing the standard lover's linenWe drag around a ball and chainnMorals of old victoria, victorianBut petticoats and corridorsnChastity behind closed doorsnIt's all confused in lover's brainsnIt's surplus, all surplusnnGuilt and fear are no loss to menOthers find their placenSex and lies inside and outsidenLife is always nearly falsenRather keep my integritynDoes it have to benConfused in lover's brains?nIt's surplusnn