(Love Is) The Tender Trap — Robert Palmer

You see a pair of laughing eyes And suddenly your sighing sighs You're thinking nothing's wrong You string along, boy, then snap!

Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trap

You're hand in hand beneath the trees And soon there's music in the breeze You're acting kind of smart, until your heart just goes wap!

Those trees, that breeze, they're part of the tender trap

Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single

And all at once it seems so nice The folks are throwing shoes and rice You hurry to a spot, that's just a dot on the map

You're hooked, you're cooked, you're caught in the tender trap

Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single

And all at once it seems so nice The folks are throwing shoes and rice You hurry to a spot that's just a dot on the map

And then you wonder how it all came about It's too late now there's no gettin' out You fell in love, and love is the tender trap