The restaurant's smart
The lights are low
And I am sitting making small talk
With a man I scarcely know
We met last week
Were introduced
And when he rang to ask me out
I couldn't think of an excuse
And yet, why not?
He's very nice
And though he told that silly joke
That just completely cracked the ice
I'll keep my head
And keep my distance
I'm far too sensible to let some man
Disrupt my calm existence
But he's charming
Really charming
And frighteningly, alarmingly
Disarming
And the fact is
Yes, the fact is
That in matters of the heart
I'm out of practice
We talk divorce
First his, then mine
And we're being far too honest
But it's probably the wine
I like the way
He takes the blame
I like the way he fills my glass
I like the way he says my name
The man has style
He has finesse
And though I'm suddenly delighted
That I wore my favourite dress
I'll keep control
Stay uninvolved
My sixth sense is on patrol
For any weakening of resolve
But I'm flirting
Yes, I'm flirting
And it's utterly, completely
Disconcerting
For the fact is
Yes, the fact is
That in matters of the heart
I'm out of practice
So here I am
No ingénue
And yet, I'm blushing and behaving
Like a girl of twenty-two
Check my lipstick
Check my hair
Perhaps a little more perfume
I wish they'd bottle savoir faire
I must stay calm
I must stay cool
What happens now? I've no idea
I've just forgotten every rule
I'll say goodbye
Make my retreat
I'm far too old for this absurdity
Besides, I've got cold feet
And then, it strikes me
Yes, it strikes me
I'd be crazy not to recognise
He likes me
And the fact is
Yes, the fact is
That his heart might be also
Out of practice
And then he holds me
Yes, he holds me
And in his arms, he takes me
And he moulds me
And the fact is
Yes, the fact is
Doesn't matter if the heart
Is out of practice