[00:07.07]I don't care for tights, she says
[00:10.77]and does not tell me why
[00:14.42]She hikes her skirt above her knee
[00:18.00]revealing one brown thigh
[00:21.89]I see, I say, and wonder at
[00:25.48]her slender little fingers
[00:28.98]How cleverly they pull upon
[00:32.62]the threads of recent slumbers
[02:28.06][01:27.64][00:36.52]Do you know where friendship ends
[02:31.58][01:31.29][00:40.16]and passion does begin?
[00:43.66]It's between the binding of
[00:47.37]her stockings and her skin.
[00:57.69]She stayed up so late I thought
[01:01.84]she'd ask me to go dance
[01:05.58]But something in the way she laughed
[01:09.15]told me I had no chance
[01:13.04]The fiction in her family
[01:15.73]was that she was never nice
[01:20.20]I'd say she was very
[01:23.10]I just did not see the price
[01:34.95]When the gin and tonic
[01:38.12]makes the room begin to spin.
[01:58.32]There may be attraction here
[02:02.25]but it will never flower
[02:05.78]So I'm assigned to read her mind, now
[02:09.72]in this witching hour
[02:13.28]Here's no game for those who claim
[02:16.91]to be easily bruised
[02:20.33]But how can I complain
[02:23.49]when she's so easily amused?
[02:35.22]When she does not show you
[02:38.44]the way out on the way in
[02:42.89]It's between the binding
[02:46.13]of her stockings and her skin.