"Stockings" lyrics

I don't 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?
It's between the binding of her stocking and her skin
Oh yeah

She stayed up so late I thought she'd 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
I'd say she was very, I just did not see the price

Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin?
When the gin and tonic makes the room begin to spin
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah

There may be attraction here but it will never flower
So I'm assigned to read her mind, now in this witching hour
Here's no game for those who claim to be easily bruised
But how can I complain when she's so easily amused?

Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin?
When she does not show you the way out on the way in
It's between the binding of her stocking and her skin
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah