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)