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I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now, a
Little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age.
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels.
What she needed she couldn't have.
For all I knew she was stone-deaf.
I said "front page,"
She heard "teenage,"
So I tried "read"
But she heard "sweet."
I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now, a
Little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age.
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels.
What she needed she couldn't have.
For all I knew she was stone-deaf.
"There's a bag of
Sweets floating
Around somewhere, let
Me see, I really
Had it with me
When I visited
The Grand Prix."
An end to the evening now, a
Little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age.
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels.
What she needed she couldn't have.
For all I knew she was stone-deaf.
I said "front page,"
She heard "teenage,"
So I tried "read"
But she heard "sweet."
I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now, a
Little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age.
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels.
What she needed she couldn't have.
For all I knew she was stone-deaf.
"There's a bag of
Sweets floating
Around somewhere, let
Me see, I really
Had it with me
When I visited
The Grand Prix."
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
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Maybe i'm just weak to this song, because it encapsulates a time of my life. Though maybe she has an ability to do that through her uniqueness.