Lyrics:

1956

You see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing sighsYou're thinking nothing's wrongYou string along, boy, then sna
p!Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trapYou're hand in hand beneath the treesAnd soon there's music in t
he breezeYou're acting kind of smart, until your heart just goes wap!Those trees, that breeze, they're part of the tender tr
apSome starry night, when her kisses make you tingleShe'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being singleAnd al
l at once it seems so niceThe folks are throwing shoes and riceYou hurry to a spot, that's just a dot on the mapYou're hook
ed, you're cooked, you're caught in the tender trapSome starry night, when her kisses make you tingleShe'll hold you tight,
and you'll hate yourself for being singleAnd all at once it seems so niceThe folks are throwing shoes and riceYou hurry to
a spot that's just a dot on the mapAnd then you wonder how it all came aboutIt's too late now there's no gettin' outYou fel
l in love, and love is the tender trap