If you accept an invitation to tea
You can spend an afternoon with me
I’ll show up on time and tell you that I’m
Hoping you’ll sit on my knee
They’ll be music and dancing and fun
The shades will keep out the sun
Then when we get high, we’ll both just sigh
And say we have just begun
Your friends may call to complain
How you’ve left them out in the rain
You can tell them good bye and say that I
Will buy them a weather vane
Your father may come by to cry
And claim he’s going to die
He’ll probably say I’m having my way
By telling a great big lie
Your mother may call on the phone
And offer not to moan
If you leave the tea and leave from me
She’ll give you an ice cream cone
The bosses may send a memo
To say you may get the heave-ho
They’ll say come to work, for everyone’s sake
Or your checks you may have to forgo
The parson will preach and rail
And tell us a very long tale
About sin, hell, and others who fell
From grace and went to jail
But, we’ll toast them all with rum
And tell them they just can’t come
To our party for two, just me and you
Where love may come to some
If she offers not to moan then, IT'S A TRAP! Run like hell.
Be always safe,
Karen