Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

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

Well, I shouldnt make a date without my in front of me,
Cause Im always double booking can cause catastrophe.
And its never personal, just merely oversight,
Ive ticked off many friends and with my mother had a
About my irresponsibility and how its down right
To be so absentminded and such ingratitude
As to not remember who and when and where I Id be,
But my is impossible and somehow doesnt see
That its lack of focus or theres too much on my mind
So that little things like 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 Im trying to make despite the time it took
Is that I really cant do without my friggin book!

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

And I probably should mention, although maybe its too
I tend to be a little shy and hide in my cocoon.
I am the quiet type and what you call 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 base takes months so dont assume
the speed of my libido has a thing to do with you.
Its really just some crap that Im still working through.

And then there is the question which is open for
Of whether Im in any frame of 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 off the best advice is jump back on the horse.
But the wounds are deep and slow to heal and even though Ive
I sometimes feel Im meant to be the not the bride.

Oh my God! I be swimming in some red wine 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 whos and so creative.
ramblings got to cease, for I know you must be weary
Of this seemingly ridiculous avoidance of your

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