A Stranger and a Bed

What is that in the corner of your eye?
Do I look grateful; flattered, flattered?
You wink for a reason, mister?
What has just occurred?

It is just a wink
Just a wink, dear

What are those words between your tongue and lip?
Do I seem easy; amorous, amorous?
Think you can persuade me, mister?
Think you’ll woo me thus?

Those are merely words
Merely words, dear

What are those full glasses upon the bar?
Do I look thirsty; peckish, peckish?
But quench it with spirits, mister?
Is that what you wish?

It is just some wine
Just some wine, dear

What is that soft stroking along my thigh?
Am I approving; willing, willing?
Why your hand on my leg, mister?
Does it make you king?

We must have brushed up
Have brushed up, dear

What are those notes and small coins in your hand?
Am I too impressed; astounded, astounded?
Putting them on the bar, mister?
Pound by pence by pound?

Nothing but the check
But the check, dear

What is that strong hold that drags me away?
Do I act friendly; cosy, cosy?
Walking away with me, mister?
Were do we mosey?

We are out for a walk
For a walk, dear

What is that key you were lent at the desk?
Do I seem tired; drowsy, drowsy?
Why do you lock the door, mister?
And where is the key?

The key is around
Is around, dear

What is that squeak that sounds out loud around?
Am I too crazy; dreaming, dreaming?
Have to kick your shoes off, mister?
What is that screaming?

Surely a floorboard
A floorboard, dear
But make me no questions
For it is past midnight
Come, instead, here with me
Come here, lay down tonight

Tell me; tell me, what have I done wrong now?
Is this so awful; wicked, wicked?
And I, did I falter, mister?
When I went to bed?