Plus One

Baby I don't know the etiquette When you break into my heart And I'm pulling out the Rolodex Of appropriate false starts And I know that I might just regret This whole exchange so far And I'm plucking up the courage to ask And this might just be a stab in the dark Will you be the plus one to my sister's wedding? RSVP ASAP, po box Let me down gently If you think you'd rather not (But I thought it's worth a shot) Space I know you need your space This loving ain't a race But don't leave without a trace I'm tired of the chase Tell me if it's in bad taste I just want to double check Could we make this little step?