The Tender Trap 
Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen, Frank Sinatra (#7 in 1955)

You see a pair of laughing eyes,
And  suddenly you’re sighing sighs.
You’re thinkin’ nothin’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 actin’ kind of smug
Until your heart just goes WHAP!
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 throwin’ 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.