Martha Wainwright - 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