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.