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Black Stockings (A song by Jenny Lane)
Imagine a swanky nightclub. All of the patrons in tuxedoes and evening gowns. All seated at tables in the dark, all eyes hypnotically fixed on the dimly lit stage where a spotlight, shines on one sultry figure... Jenny Lane. Her body brown and silky smooth. Her hair feathery and dark falling over her shoulders. Her eyes are as clear and blue as tropical waters. Her lips red and luscious. The black gown is shimmering, the silver and diamonds sparkling.
The band plays softy, a jazz melody. A tinkling piano. A low thrumming bass. The tapping of drums. And then Jenny flutters her crystal blue eyes. She shifts her stance, exposing a shapely leg shining in black silk. She rolls her shoulders. A sultry, 'come-hither' manner that's flows dreamily. And then she sings... Slowly... Softly... Warmly... Heavenly...
Oooooooh…
Oh… Come here… bay-beee…
Press your body… To meee…
Run your hands… All oveeerrr…
Go on down… A little loweeerrr…
I know how you like… The toooouuuccchhh…
I know how it thrills you… So muuuuucccchhh…
So… Come a little closer huuunnn…
I’ll be… Your only lovin’ ooonnneee…
Just for yoooouuu…
And only yoooouuu…
I’m wearing black stockings…
Tooonnniiiiggghhhttt…
Dress me… dooowwwnnn…
Slip off… my gooowwwnnn…
Dooo… What you want… Tooo meeee…
And I’ll leave you trembling… in ecstacyyyy…
I’ll be... your one desiiirrreee…
Bay-beee… I’ll light up… your fiiirrreee…
So… Come a little closer huuunnn…
I’ll be… Your only lovin’ ooonnneee…
Just for yoooouuu…
And only yoooouuu…
I’m wearin’ nothiiiinnnn’…
No-thin’ at aaalllllll…
Nothin’ but black stockings…
Tooo-niiiiiiiggggghhhhtttt…
