Lyrics:

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