| <Frank Sinatra> page <The Capitol Years (1954-1962, CD 7 - This Is Sinatra)> album page |
Love Is The Tender TrapYou see a pair of laughing eyesAnd 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 |