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