So we arrived on this blessed deserted island, and the only person present, clearly of the opposite sex, and who luckily for us is called Suzanne Vega for this occasion, subtly asks us; "Do you know where friendship ends and passion doesn't begin?

Suzanne Vega - Stockings

"I'm not interested in tights," she says
and doesn't tell me why
She lifts her skirt above the knee
revealing a brown thigh

I see, I say, and ask her
how her little slim fingers
skillfully pull up
the threads of the last sleep

Do you know where friendship ends
and passion doesn't begin?
It's between the binding of
the stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)

She stayed so late I thought
she had asked me to go dancing
But something in the way she laughed
told me I had no chance

The fiction in her family
was that she had never been beautiful
I would say she was very
I didn’t see the price

Do you know where friendship ends
and passion doesn't begin?
When the gin and tonic
makes the room start spinning.
(oh yeah)

There may be attraction here
but it could never bloom
So I’m left to read her mind now
in this witching hour

Here’s no game for those who claim
to be easily bruised
But how can I complain
when she is so easily amused