Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

This has been swell, a first date in New York.
You asked the questions, you used the proper fork.
You looked into my eyes, you calm, polite, composed.
You even bypassed my pet peeve and chewed with mouth closed.
We paid the check, you me home, a sweet kiss at my door.
And came the big question: Would I like to see you more?

Well, I shouldnt make a date my book in front of me,
Cause Im always double which can cause catastrophe.
And although its never personal, just oversight,
Ive ticked off many friends and my mother had a fight
About my irresponsibility and how its right rude
To be so absentminded and show such
As to not remember who and and where I said Id be,
But my mother is and somehow doesnt see
That its strictly of focus or theres too much on my mind
So that things like names and dates get somehow left behind
In some file I cannot access sits corner of my brain.
But I mean to bring Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the simple point Im trying to make despite the time it
Is that I really cant do anything without my book!

And I guess that we would be remiss to not pay some
To the simple fact that of us are busy, did I mention?
I take a class in and practical philosophy
Which mother finds indulgent but its just my
About the world around me, so means without a doubt
That Tuesday nights and Friday afternoons are out.
And Im sure you have your and appointments you must keep,
And theres all the little things, like laundry, food, and sleep.
Not to say that its and far from insurmountable.
Its just that as two grownups we must always be
For all the little details and demands our time
Which can seem ridiculous and make an uphill climb
Of our day to day existence like a race cant be won,
And all but eliminate the time for any fun.

And I probably should mention, although maybe its too
That I tend to be a shy and hide in my cocoon.
I really am the quiet type and what you old fashion
For my physical for the one I date is rationed out
In small amounts, and time it takes a while to bloom
And moving on to second base takes so dont assume
the speed of my libido has a thing to do with you.
Its really just some Catholic crap that Im still through.

And then there is the question which is open for
Of whether Im in any of mind to even date.
I mean is it too soon after the last
To put myself through that kind of mess again, sure
They say time is healing and I truly feel of course,
When one falls off the best advice is back on the horse.
But the wounds are deep and slow to and even though Ive tried
I sometimes feel Im to be the bridesmaid not the bride.

Oh my God! I must be in some red wine sort of haze.
Im resorting now to metaphors and old clichs.
You really must forgive me for its far illustrative
Of the normal of gal I am whos smart and so creative.
This ramblings got to cease, for I know you must be
Of seemingly ridiculous avoidance of your query

So I guess the simple truth, defies all comprehension
If there was a quicker path to than this prolonged invention.
When you asked me for another it caused me to digress.
I should gotten to the point and simply answered no.