Suzanne Vega

I dont care for tights, she says
And does not tell me why
She hikes her skirt above her knee
Revealing one brown thigh
I see, I say, and wonder at
Her slender little fingers
How cleverly they pull upon
The threads of recent slumbers
Do you know where friendship ends
And passion does begin?
Its between the binding of
Her stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)
She stayed up so late I thought
Shed ask me to go dance
But something in the way she laughed
Told me I had no chance
The fiction in her family
Was that she was never nice
Id say she was very
I just did not see the price