Stockings

"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 Do you know where friendship ends And pa*sion does begin? It's between the binding of Her stocking and her skin Oh yeah 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 Do you know when friendship ends And pa*sion does begin? When the gin and tonic Makes the room begin to spin Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah There may be attraction here But it will never flower So I'm a*signed 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? Do you know where friendship ends And pa*sion 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