White Shirt, Pencil Skirt

She called me on Friday
Came round, made my day
She threatened me with violence
I took a vow of silence

She stood up, bit her lip
Nudged me with a hit
Walking slowly up the stairs
She knew that things were not quite fair

But she loves you
And not me
She knows you
And nothing about me

James Bond was her god
So I thought that it was odd
That she would want to met me
So I fixed a dry martini

She wore a white shirt, pencil skirt
And god knows how much it hurt
Touching feather teasing
Know how much I'm needing

But she loves you
And not me
She knows you
And nothing about me

Tonight I'd fall from grace
To catch a glimpse her face
Before she goes without a trace

Everyone's a winner when there's nothing left to lose

No baby, I can't get it right
No baby, not tonight



Credits
Writer(s): David Benjamin Haynes
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