Met you for the first time late last week 

Came to dinner, cold and bleak 

But I held back 

Held myself on track 



Question of etiquette 

Or maybe just regret 



Noticed your blond hair 

Your blue eyes too 

I might have seemed quiet, a little shrewd 

I didn't wanna touch you 

You seemed so new 

But you looked just like me 

Eighteen years ago 



Now I don't know where your mommy met my daddy 

It doesn't matter, it might be shady 

But I like you, maybe you'll like me 

And we can pretend that we are a family 



I live up north with my mom 

Somewhere that your new daddy's not around 

But you can't blame the situation on your parent's intuition 

And you're not a fool 

You're only two 



There's another one, oh in fact two 

For altogether daddy's really good 

We got a sister named Lucy 

And her momma's really pretty 

And we all love each other 

And one day, you too 



I got a brother you might want to meet 

He can be yours, it's really kind of neat 

I hope my mother doesn't pull a fit 

She always thinks this stuff is bullshit 

There'll be christmas and holidays 

Weddings and funerals 



Met you for the first time late last week 

You came to dinner, it could've been bleak 

But I held back 

Held myself on track 



Question of etiquette 

Or maybe just regret 

Question of etiquette 

Oh Baby, there's no regret