A date you said
So a date it will be
But I won't glory in the red
Roses, so not me
A dinner you planned
At the Denny's tonight
Isn't it grand?
(Isn't it a fright?)
I don't know why I agreed
I don't know why I got dressed
When you couldn't even read
The menu, you confessed
Why did I get dolled up for you
When I don't really care?
And know there's this you put me through
I'm mad at you, beware
Did I shave my legs for this
To wear this darling skirt?
Did you think you'd get a kiss
From me, so terribly hurt?
You took your chance
Looked to find romance
But it played a trick on you
''Are you a good dancer?
I think you're an entrancer''
Just about made me spew
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