Is it you again outside,

Just banging on the front door?

You say you had enough,

Now you're coming' back for more,

But that's alright.

I said that that's alright.

I may not want to admit it,

I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.



Now I don't mind when you send money

and bring your girlfriends with you,

But how could one be so thoughtless to try

and handle less than two?

But that's alright.

I said that that's alright, baby.

I may not want to admit it,

I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe.



Now I'm tellin' everybody

It seems too good to be true:

Sweet things can always get sweeter.

I know mine did, how about you?

Yes, it's alright.

I said, yes it is, that's alright.

I may not want to admit it,

I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe