Brad

Brad
His loafers were weejuns
his chinos were black
with a cute little buckle
that fastened in back
From the very first glance,
I dreamed of romance,
with Brad (romance with Brad)

Oh how he impressed me
this vision in madras
don't know what possessed me
but I gave him my address
And my heart shook with fear
as I prayed that I'd hear
from Brad (hear from Brad)

But the weeks, slipped away
and Brad didn't write
So I sent him notes
drenched with my sin
Then at yesterday's tea dance
my day turned to night
Muffy Rogers was wearing Brad's pin
I could just die!

Ditsy and Pookie
say I should forget him
But they'd love him too
if they ever met him.
It may be to late
but as sure my skirt is plaid
I know its my fate,
to sit here and wait
for Brad (waiiiiiiiiiiiiit for Brad)