[Written by Cahn and van Heusen]
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
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 wonder how, but it's too late now
You fell in love, and love is a tender trap
And I'm trapped with you
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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