Striped stockings,
pin striped tie.
One look in your eyes
tells me
you're not on the sly.
Lipstick blood red,
with curly black locks
surrounding your face.
Won't you tell me the secret
to your grace?
Won't you share your bed
with I, a lover
or two or more?
"Come inside,"
she tells me,
"open always is my door."
