What Time Should I Pick You Up

A cycle of poems «Your Lipstick's on My Shirt»

Sunshine streamin' through the blinds, coffee's brewin' slow
Got my keys, got my shoes, ready to go
But the question lingers in my mind, a playful little tease
What time should I pick you up, darlin', to ease your worries and please?

Is it seven, is it eight, or maybe nine o'clock sharp?
Tell me when you're ready, baby, don't leave me in the dark
I'm eager to see your smile, your laughter, your embrace
Just let me know the time, and I'll be there in your space.

Got your favorite flowers waitin', a playlist for the ride
Anticipation buildin', can't contain it inside
Every minute feels like an hour, every second feels like two
Just whisper the time, my love, and I'll be comin' for you.

Is it seven, is it eight, or maybe nine o'clock sharp?
Tell me when you're ready, baby, don't leave me in the dark
I'm eager to see your smile, your laughter, your embrace
Just let me know the time, and I'll be there in your space.

Don't be shy, don't hesitate, just speak your heart's desire
I'll adjust my schedule, stoke the fire
Of our love, our connection, our beautiful, sweet scene
Tell me when you're ready, my queen.

Is it seven, is it eight, or maybe nine o'clock sharp?
Tell me when you're ready, baby, don't leave me in the dark
I'm eager to see your smile, your laughter, your embrace
Just let me know the time, and I'll be there in your space.

What time should I pick you up? Just tell me, my dear
My heart's waitin', my love's near.
Just tell me, my dear.