(Love Is) a Tender Trap - Frank Sinatra, Sammy Cahn

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

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

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