Shakatak Invitations ^минус

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 invitations "Wanna spend some time?" 
Written on her face 
 
Her stiletto heels go clicking through his head 
With the glossy invitations he mis-read 
And you'd think he couldn't fail to read between the line 
Plays the fool instead