Question of Etiquette

Met you for the first time late last week
Came to dinner, cold and 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 kind of neat
I hope my mother doesn't pull a fit
She always thinks this stuff is bullshit
There'll be christmas and holidays
Weddings and 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
Oh Baby, there's no regret