With a fleeting smile below the lazy
eyes
and the face that´s not attempting to
disguise
It´s an open invitation showing all the signs
"Sample my supply"
And her fingers touch the hand below
the lace
she suggests a later time another
place
he accepts her invitations
"Wanna spend some time?"
Written on her face
her stiletto heels go clicking through
his head
with the glossy invitations he mis-read
and you´d think he couldn´t fail to
read between the line
plays the fool instead