Big Infatuation Songtext

Before long I was waiting for a cab

my stocking tops showed a blue garter bow

I knew he couldn't walk past



Straightning my nerves on gin

I caught his eye

(He said be there this evening)

The rooom began to spin

I had my opening line


"Is there a cure for my frustration?"

I asked my big infatuation

Stranger's kiss in late night bars

Please, infatuation, dance



In seconds space dissolved

He dissappeared

I watched the gossip girls begin to sneer



"She won't go home with him

Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more"



One!

He said with some relief he'd followed me last week

Two!

He saw me walking from the library to West Street

Three!

My back turned showing him the lighters of my thighs

Four!

I watched the girls, soaked up the envy in their eyes



I'm the topper of the Holiday Inn

Smoking Russians and drinking Pimm's when he walked in

Static sheets of acrylic silk

My stocking tops clasped my thighs and held me in



"Is there a cure for my frustration?"

I asked my big infatuation

Stranger's kiss in late night bars

Please, infatuation, dance

"Is there a cure for my frustration?"

I asked my big infatuation

Stranger's kiss in hotel bars

Please, infatuation, dance