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 the fingers touch her hand delow the lace
She suggests a later time another place
He accepts her invitation
"Wanna spend some time?"
Written on her face
Her stiletto heels go clicking through his head
With the glossy invitation he mis-read
And you'd think he couldn't fail to read between the lines
Plays the fool instead