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