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.

... and to you too sweety ...