Stockings

[Verse 1]

I don't care for tights, she says, and does not tell me why

She hikes her skirt above her knee revealing one brown thigh

"I see", I say, and wonder at her slender little fingers

How cleverly they pull upon the threads of recent slumbers

[Chorus]

Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin?

It's between the binding of her stocking and her skin

Oh yeah

[Verse 2]

She stayed up so late I thought she'd ask me to go dance

But something in the way she laughed told me I had no chance

The fiction in her family was that she was never nice

I'd say she was very, I just did not see the price

[Chorus]

Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin?

When the gin and tonic makes the room begin to spin

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]

There may be attraction here but it will never flower

So I'm assigned to read her mind, now in this witching hour

Here's no game for those who claim to be easily bruised

But how can I complain when she's so easily amused?

[Chorus]

Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin?

When she does not show you the way out on the way in

It's between the binding of her stocking and her skin

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, yeah