Shakatak - Invitations lyrics

With a fleeting smile below the lazy eyes and the face that's not attempting to disguise It's an open invitation showing all the signs "Sample my supply" And her fingers touch the hand below the lace she suggests a later time another place he accepts her invitations "Wanna spend some time?" Written on her face Her stiletto heels go clicking through his head with the glossy invitations he misread and you´d think he couldn't fail to read between the line plays the fool instead