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I don't care for tights, she says |
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and does not tell me why |
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She hikes her skirt above her knee |
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revealing one brown thigh |
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I see, I say, and wonder at |
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her slender little fingers |
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How cleverly they pull upon |
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the threads of recent slumbers |
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Do you know where friendship ends |
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and passion does begin? |
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It's between the binding of |
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her stockings and her skin. |
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She stayed up so late I thought |
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she'd ask me to go dance |
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But something in the way she laughed |
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told me I had no chance |
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The fiction in her family |
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was that she was never nice |
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I'd say she was very |
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I just did not see the price |
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When the gin and tonic |
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makes the room begin to spin. |
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There may be attraction here |
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but it will never flower |
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So I'm assigned to read her mind, now |
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in this witching hour |
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Here's no game for those who claim |
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to be easily bruised |
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But how can I complain |
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when she's so easily amused? |
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When she does not show you |
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the way out on the way in |
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It's between the binding |
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of her stockings and her skin. |