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 passion 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 passion 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 $$#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 passion 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)