Question Of Etiquette

Met you for the first time late last week Came to dinner, it could've been 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