Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

This evening has swell, a first date in New York.
You asked the proper questions, you used the fork.
You into my eyes, you were calm, polite, composed.
You even bypassed my pet peeve and 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 a date without my book in front of me,
Cause Im always booking which can cause catastrophe.
And although its never personal, just oversight,
Ive ticked off many friends and with my had a fight
About my irresponsibility and how its right rude
To be so and show such ingratitude
As to not remember who and and where I said Id be,
But my mother is impossible and somehow 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 I cannot access sits some corner of my brain.
But I didnt mean to Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the point 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 that of us are busy, did I mention?
I take a in pottery and practical philosophy
Which mother finds indulgent but its just my
About the world me, so that means without a doubt
That nights and Friday afternoons are simply out.
And Im you have your conflicts 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 we must always be accountable
For all the details and demands upon 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 just eliminate the 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 type and what you call old fashion
For my physical affection for the one I date is out
In small amounts, and over it takes a while to bloom
And moving on to second base months so dont assume
That the speed of my libido has a to do with you.
Its really just some Catholic crap that Im still through.

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

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

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