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**ion does begin?
It's between the binding of
her stockings 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 where friendship ends
and pa**ion does begin?
When the gin and tonic
makes the room begin to spin.
(oh yeah)
There may be attraction here
but it will never flower
So I'm a**igned 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**ion does begin?
(When she does not show you
the way out on the way in) --
It's between the binding
of her stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)