You're all welcome to My Tea Party, but be careful not to spill anything on the rug
Hold your cup with one hand the saucer with the other, take only small sips
Thinking of one another as family more than friends, sitting around a table, tapping their fingers on the table
Using etiquette as a forte please use the silver not your lady fingers. Use your words not always your eyes staring into mine
Like I'm about to have a heart-attack, skittish women running around like lost ballerinas without their petite toes
Cuz that's how it sometimes feels being alone at my own tea party, My Tea Party, Party
Sitting around in a cold room, watching the skittish hearts flutter by, why can't I do things right
If you'll only give me a chance before I become skittish like the others out there, out there all lonely dancing in dusk's light
Counting to 100 if that's how long it would last, steam coming out of the glass tea-pot, pouring the bitter liquid
Mixed with sugar in my cup that's cracking from the end to the top, like me falling down cracking up like a glass vase
Holding flowers that had just rotted, dried up crumbling crumpets so dry that it makes your mouth feel dry just looking at it
Inject me now with the sedative, help me relax from the sugar overdose. Making my blood pressure go higher up
Even if I was sensitive to your words, you would have a heart-attack from my apology topped with sugar seeping in your heart
You're all welcome to My Tea Party, but be careful not to spill anything on the rug
Hold your cup with one hand the saucer with the other, take only small sips
Thinking of one another as family more than friends, sitting around a table, tapping their fingers on the table
Using etiquette as a forte please use the silver not your lady fingers. Use your words not always your eyes staring into mine
Like I'm about to have a heart-attack, skittish women running around like lost ballerinas without their petite toes
You're smiles reflecting off the China, your eyes looking at something else besides my shallow eyes
Finally not getting me nervous staring back on purpose, my arteries not being clogged up
The sedative running thru my veins, making me feel tired. My eyes closing but my heart seeing you leaving me behind
So please turn around, please make a sound, just something to wake me up, so my heart won't give out, my heart won't give out on me
Hold your cup with one hand the saucer with the other, take only small sips
Thinking of one another as family more than friends, sitting around a table, tapping their fingers on the table
Using etiquette as a forte please use the silver not your lady fingers. Use your words not always your eyes staring into mine
Like I'm about to have a heart-attack, skittish women running around like lost ballerinas without their petite toes
Cuz that's how it sometimes feels being alone at my own tea party, My Tea Party, Party
Sitting around in a cold room, watching the skittish hearts flutter by, why can't I do things right
If you'll only give me a chance before I become skittish like the others out there, out there all lonely dancing in dusk's light
Counting to 100 if that's how long it would last, steam coming out of the glass tea-pot, pouring the bitter liquid
Mixed with sugar in my cup that's cracking from the end to the top, like me falling down cracking up like a glass vase
Holding flowers that had just rotted, dried up crumbling crumpets so dry that it makes your mouth feel dry just looking at it
Inject me now with the sedative, help me relax from the sugar overdose. Making my blood pressure go higher up
Even if I was sensitive to your words, you would have a heart-attack from my apology topped with sugar seeping in your heart
You're all welcome to My Tea Party, but be careful not to spill anything on the rug
Hold your cup with one hand the saucer with the other, take only small sips
Thinking of one another as family more than friends, sitting around a table, tapping their fingers on the table
Using etiquette as a forte please use the silver not your lady fingers. Use your words not always your eyes staring into mine
Like I'm about to have a heart-attack, skittish women running around like lost ballerinas without their petite toes
You're smiles reflecting off the China, your eyes looking at something else besides my shallow eyes
Finally not getting me nervous staring back on purpose, my arteries not being clogged up
The sedative running thru my veins, making me feel tired. My eyes closing but my heart seeing you leaving me behind
So please turn around, please make a sound, just something to wake me up, so my heart won't give out, my heart won't give out on me
( Audrey Sherman )
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