Suzanne Vega - Stockings Lyrics
I dont care for tights, she saysAnd does not tell me whyShe hikes her skirt above her kneeRevealing one brown thighI see, I say, and wonder atHer slender little fingersHow cleverly they pull uponThe threads of recent slumbersDo you know where friendship endsAnd passion does begin?Its between the binding ofHer stockings and her skin.(oh yeah)She stayed up so late I thoughtShed ask me to go danceBut something in the way she laughedTold me I had no chanceThe fiction in her familyWas that she was never niceId say she was veryI just did not see the priceDo you know where friendship endsAnd passion does begin?When the gin and tonicMakes the room begin to spin.(oh yeah)There may be attraction hereBut it will never flowerSo Im assigned to read her mind, nowIn this witching hourHeres no game for those who claimTo be easily bruisedBut how can I complainWhen shes so easily amused?Do you know where friendship endsAnd passion does begin?(when she does not show youThe way out on the way in) --Its between the bindingOf her stockings and her skin.(oh yeah)
