Underneath her Skirt

rinyville

out on the deck in front of me
a red-haired pretty flirt
said guess what I’m wearing babe
underneath this skirt
there’s something here I hold in my hands
which I wore on my hips
just a couple of minutes ago
but I let it slip
This isn’t dinner, but I hope you like
A taste of my dessert
Now guess what I’m wearing babe
underneath this skirt

out on the deck in front of me
her words cut like a blade
she threw some lace at me and I could see
exactly what it was she played
there’s something here I hold in my hands
which she wore on her hips
just a couple of minutes ago
but she let it slip
let’s skip dinner, let’s leave this place
let’s just have dessert
now guess what I’m wearing babe
underneath this skirt

now what’s man to do, damn, what’s a man to say
she just set the rules to the
game she wants to play

out on the deck in front of me
the red-haired pretty flirt
gets up and walks in, she wants me to see
how she fumbles with her shirt
what popped in my hands, drops on the floor
she wore it on her hips
just a couple of minutes ago
but she let it slip
I’ll close the drapes, I will lock the doors
I’m off for my dessert
cause I know what she’s wearing now
Underneath her skirt