Big Infatuation

That night I couldn't sleep Dressed up in bed (He said be there this evening) His brown eyes tortured me With promises unsaid Before long I was waiting for a cab my stocking tops showed a blue garter bow I knew he couldn't walk past Straightning my nerves on gin I caught his eye (He said be there this evening) The rooom began to spin I had my opening line "Is there a cure for my frustration?" I asked my big infatuation Stranger's kiss in late night bars Please, infatuation, dance In seconds space dissolved He dissappeared I watched the gossip girls begin to sneer "She won't go home with him Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more" One! He said with some relief he'd followed me last week Two! He saw me walking from the library to West Street Three! My back turned showing him the lighters of my thighs Four! I watched the girls, soaked up the envy in their eyes I'm the topper of the Holiday Inn Smoking Russians and drinking Pimm's when he walked in Static sheets of acrylic silk My stocking tops clasped my thighs and held me in "Is there a cure for my frustration?" I asked my big infatuation Stranger's kiss in late night bars Please, infatuation, dance "Is there a cure for my frustration?" I asked my big infatuation Stranger's kiss in hotel bars Please, infatuation, dance