Met you for the first time late last week
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Came to dinner, it could've been bleak
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But I held back
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Held myself on track
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Question of etiquette
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Or maybe just regret
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Noticed your blond hair
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Your blue eyes too
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I might have seemed quiet, a little shrewd
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I didn't wanna touch you
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You seemed so new
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But you looked just like me
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Eighteen years ago
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Now I don't know where your mommy met my daddy
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It doesn't matter, it might be shady
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But I like you, maybe you'll like me
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And we can pretend that we are a family
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I live up North with my Mom
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Somewhere that your new Daddy's not around
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But you can't blame the situation on your parent's intuition
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And you're not a fool
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You're only two
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There's another one, oh in fact two
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For altogether Daddy's really good
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We got a sister named Lucy
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And her momma's really pretty
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And we all love each other
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And one day, you too
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I got a brother you might want to meet
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He can be yours, it's really kinda neat
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I hope my mother doesn't pull a fit
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She always thinks this stuff is bullshit
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There'll be Christmas & holidays
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Weddings & funerals
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Met you for the first time late last week
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You came to dinner, it could've been bleak
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But I held back
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Held myself on track
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Question of etiquette
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Or maybe just regret
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Question of etiquette
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Question Of Etiquette
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| Martha Wainwright |
