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You see a pair of laughing eyes |
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And suddenly your sighing sighs |
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You're thinkin' nothing's wrong |
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You string along, boy, then snap |
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Those eyes, those sighs |
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They're part of the tender trap |
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You're hand in hand beneath the trees |
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And soon there's music in the breeze |
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You're acting kind of smart |
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Until your heart just goes wap |
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Those trees, that breeze |
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They're part of the tender trap |
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Some starry night |
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When her kisses make you tingle |
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She'll hold you tight |
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And you'll hate yourself for being single |
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And all at once it seems so nice |
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The folks are throwing shoes and rice |
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You hurry to a spot |
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That's just a dot on the map |
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You're hooked, you're cooked |
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You're caught in the tender trap |
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Some starry night |
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When her kisses make you tingle |
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She'll hold you tight |
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And you'll hate yourself for being single |
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And all at once it seems so nice |
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The folks are throwing shoes and rice |
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You hurry to a spot that's just a dot on the map |
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And then you wonder how it all came about |
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It's too late now, there's no gettin' out |
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You fell in love, and love is the tender trap |
