Who doesn’t like Sinatra? Here’s a little diddy I am listening to now. It’s nice and swingin’.
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
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
Ahhh…good ol’ Frank.
-jaynatra
I'm Jason, and I like to write.
decent singer… but a womanizing shmuck… no offense, but as a person, he really stank!
Yeah, they all were. His smoking probably didn’t help is odor either.