Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

This has been swell, a first date in New York.
You asked the proper questions, you used the fork.
You looked into my eyes, you calm, polite, composed.
You bypassed my pet peeve and chewed with your mouth closed.
We the check, you walked 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 booking which can catastrophe.
And its never personal, just merely oversight,
Ive ticked off many friends and with my had a fight
About my irresponsibility and how its down right
To be so absentminded and such ingratitude
As to not remember who and when and I said Id be,
But my mother is and somehow doesnt see
That its strictly lack of focus or too much on my mind
So little things like names and dates get somehow left behind
In some file I access sits some corner of my brain.
But I didnt mean to Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the simple point Im trying to make despite the it took
Is that I really do anything without my friggin book!

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

And I probably mention, although maybe its too soon
That I to be a little 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 over time it takes a to bloom
And moving on to base takes months so dont assume
That the speed of my libido has a to do with you.
Its really just Catholic crap that Im still working through.

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

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

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