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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 |
| [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 |
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her stockings and her skin. |
| [00:57.69] |
She stayed up so late I thought |
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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 |
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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 |
| [02:42.89] |
It's between the binding |
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of her stockings and her skin. |
