Mister Stone

He watched her walk into a room of perfect strangers
All vice and vulture to the bone
Dew drop chandeliers split screen her features into fragments
Ironic to the eagle eye of Mister Stone

She must have poured herself into that dress with shrewd intention
Intoxicated by pheromones
Everybody notices exactly what's intended
So noted by the watchful eye of Mister Stone

Mister Stone needs no invitation
Mister Stone wants to take her home
Mister Stone asks too many questions
Shame shame shame Mister Stone

Mister Stone needs no invitation
Mister Stone wants to take her home
Mister Stone asks too many questions
Shame shame shame Mister Stone

Smothered with attention she still plays the room for favours
Faking conversation on the telephone
Not quite here not anywhere trapped in her own invention
Nothing goes unnoticed for too long by Mister Stone

Mister Stone needs no invitation
Mister Stone wants to take her home
Mister Stone asks too many questions
Shame shame shame Mister Stone



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Writer(s): Douglas Barr
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