I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now, a little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels
What she needed
She couldn't have
For all I knew
She was stone-deaf
I said, Front page
She heard, Teenage
So I tried, Read
But she heard, Sweet
I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now, a little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels
What she needed
She couldn't have
For all I knew
She was stone-deaf
There's a bag of sweets floating
Around somewhere, let me see
I really had it with me
When I visited the Grand Prix

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