You see a pair of laughing eyes
|
And suddenly your sighing sighs
|
You're thinking nothing's wrong
|
You string along, boy, then snap!
|
|
Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trap
|
|
You're hand in hand beneath the trees
|
And soon there's music in the breeze
|
You're acting kind of smart, until your heart just goes wap!
|
|
Those trees, that breeze, they're part of the tender trap
|
|
Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle
|
She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single
|
|
And all at once it seems so nice
|
The folks are throwing shoes and rice
|
You hurry to a spot, that's just a dot on the map
|
|
You're hooked, you're cooked, you're caught in the tender trap
|
|
Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle
|
She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single
|
|
And all at once it seems so nice
|
The folks are throwing shoes and rice
|
You hurry to a spot that's just a dot on the map
|
|
And then you wonder how it all came about
|
It's too late now there's no gettin' out
|
You fell in love, and love is the tender trap
|
|
-----------------
|
(Love Is) The Tender Trap
|
| Robert Palmer |
