Invitations Lyrics
Shakatak
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
