Lyrics

A pair of legs coming my way
A pair of stockings that
Doesn't allow me to see
The end of the corridor

Some shapes that make me
Touch the sky
Some shapes that make me
Desire more than I can have

While I lose myself in the annual pages
And leave my mark
On them as well
I don't think these ever noticed me

I'm well aware now that I wasn't the type
The type that
A pair like that would suck
And leave dry as strictly desired