Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Revealing one brown thigh
Here's no game for those who claim
Told me I had no chance
Oh yeah, yeah
I just did not see the price
Do you know when friendship ends
Oh yeah
She'd ask me to go dance
In this witching hour
Do you know where friendship ends
It's between the binding of
Do you know where friendship ends
Her slender little fingers
But it will never flower
And passion does begin?
Oh yeah, yeah
And passion does begin?
When she's so easily amused?
There may be attraction here
The threads of recent slumbers
So I'm assigned to read her mind, now
It's between the binding
How cleverly they pull upon
Her stocking and her skin
And passion does begin?
She hikes her skirt above her knee
But how can I complain
Oh yeah
"I see", I say, and wonder at
To be easily bruised
I'd say she was very
But something in the way she laughed
Of her stocking and her skin
Was that she was never nice
The fiction in her family
She stayed up so late I thought
Makes the room begin to spin
When the gin and tonic
When she does not show you the way out on the way in
