Invitations - Shakatak

With a fleeting smile below the lazy eyes

And the face that’s not attempting to disguise

It’s an open invitation showing all the signs

Sample my supply

And her fingers touch the hand below the lace

She suggests a later time, another place

He accepts her invitation, «wanna spend some time?»

Written on her face

Her stiletto heels go clicking through his head

With the glossy invitation he misread

And you’d think he couldn’t fail to read between the lines

Plays the fool instead

Invitation

Invitation

Invitation

Invitation

With a fleeting smile below the lazy eyes

And the face that’s not attempting to disguise

It’s an open invitation showing all the signs

Sample my supply

And her fingers touch the hand below the lace

She suggests a later time, another place

He accepts her invitation, «wanna spend some time?»

Written on her face

Her stiletto heels go clicking through his head

With the glossy invitation he misread

And you’d think he couldn’t fail to read between the lines

Plays the fool instead

Invitation

Invitation

Invitation

Invitation

Invitation