| You see a pair of laughing eyes
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| And suddenly your sighing sighs
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| You’re thinking nothing’s wrong
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| You string along, boy, then snap!
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| Those eyes, those sighs, 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, until your heart just goes wap!
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| Those trees, that breeze, they’re part of the tender trap
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| Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle
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| She’ll hold you tight, 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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| You’re hooked, you’re cooked, you’re caught in the tender trap
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| Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle
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| She’ll hold you tight, 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 |