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 into my eyes, you were calm, polite, composed.
You even bypassed my pet peeve and chewed with mouth closed.
We paid the check, you walked me home, a kiss at my door.
And then came the big question: Would I like to see you

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

And I that we would be remiss to not pay some attention
To the simple fact that of us are busy, did I mention?
I take a class in pottery and philosophy
Which mother finds indulgent but its just my
About the world around me, so that without a doubt
That Tuesday and Friday afternoons are simply 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 its impossible and far from insurmountable.
Its that as two grownups we must always be accountable
For all the little details and demands upon our
Which can sometimes seem ridiculous and make an climb
Of our day to day existence like a that cant be won,
And all but eliminate the time for any fun.

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

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

Oh my God! I must be swimming in some red sort of haze.
Im now to metaphors and tired old clichs.
You really 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 you must be weary
Of seemingly ridiculous avoidance of your query

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