Cecily Smith lyrics

The war was over, I was living with my folks
I yelled upstairs, "Hey mom, I'm off to grab some smokes"
And my father called, "Why you need to smoke so late?"
Well I'd lied, I had a date

Free from my folks' enslavement
Skippin' along the pavement
To see a brunnette, who I'd never met
But I never would forget, how she looked in that dress

How she stuck out her hand and said
"My name is Cecily Smith and I hope you like music
'Cause I've got two tickets for La Traviata"
That's when I said, "I hate opera"

She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you
That you're with Cecily Smith
Who cares what you are listening to
It's who you're listening with"

So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap
If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap
So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins
Then I hear violins

And the hair on my neck was rising
A feeling new and surprising
But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound
No, it was because I found her hand is in mine