QUESTION OF ETIQUETTE by MARTHA WAINWRIGHT Met you for the first time late last week Came to dinner, it could've been 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 kinda neat I hope my mother doesn't pull a fit She always thinks this stuff is bullshit There'll be Christmas & holidays Weddings & 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 [ www.dailyrics.com ] QUESTIONOFETIQUETTE by MARTHAWAINWRIGHT