[Voice: female; Style: Neo-soul / R&B; Tempo: 80 BPM; Instrumental: smooth, mellow, light percussion, soft keys, subtle bass; Expression: playful, confident, sensual, slightly ironic; Vocal dynamics: emphasize pauses on double entendres, highlight key words and euphemisms] [Chorus Intro] Speed dating — feels like a sport, three minutes on the clock, Small talk, light flirt, and my number-six smile to unlock. I watch, composed, I keep it all under control, They’re all so different: one nervous, one chatty, one with a quiet soul. I don’t cook that well, but everyone raves about my taco, juicy and flows, Got plans for Friday night? Not yet… who knows… Stop! Timer-buzz! [Verse 1] Hi… yeah, you look nice too, I guess we’re both on time, First speed dating marathon? Don’t worry, so is mine. You’re asking if I’m nervous — no, I’m good, I’m cool, Some things taste better slowly, that’s my only rule. You came here with your mother, she’s waiting by the door? That’s sweet, you’re such a loving son — say hi to her for sure. She packed you something homemade, wrapped it up just right, I smile, sip my drink, and think… Stop! Timer-buzz! [Chorus] Speed dating — feels like a sport, three minutes on the clock, Small talk, light flirt, he’s trying hard to look nonchalant. I watch, composed, still keeping full control, One’s all polite, one overthinks, one’s reading from his phone. I’m not a chef, but by evening I could prep my cinnamon roll, Got plans for Friday night? Not yet… who knows… Stop! Timer-buzz! [Verse 2] Hey… so you talk a lot, I let you run the show, You say you’re into fitness, crypto, breathwork, cold-brewed goals. You lean in close, explain the grind, the heat, the constant drive, I nod along, I stir my drink, let certain things marinate. You say you like it bold and rich, no shortcuts, no delay, That patience brings out flavor, yeah… that’s one way to play. You ask if I can handle spice, if I’m too much or mild, I smile slow, don’t answer back — Stop! Timer-buzz! [Chorus] Speed dating — feels like a sport, three minutes on the clock, Same old questions, same excuses, different kind of talk. I watch, composed, I barely need to scroll, One talks money, one talks fitness, one just won’t let go. I don’t bake that often, but they’re craving my honey bun, soft and slow, Got plans for Friday night? Not yet… who knows… Stop! Timer-buzz! [Verse 3] Hi… you’re kinda quiet, that’s a change of pace, You listen more than talk, you leave some room, some space. You say you like long evenings, low lights, nothing rushed, Things simmer on their own, untouched until they’re just… right. You mention hands, precision, knowing when to wait, Letting pressure find its moment, letting timing set the plate. You ask me what I’m craving, sweet or something raw, I start to answer, then — zap! Stop! Timer-buzz! [Chorus] Speed dating — feels like a sport, three minutes on the clock, Pupils dilate every time I let the silence talk. I watch, composed, they’re losing self-control, One forgets his question, one needs air, one loses his tone. I don’t bake that often, but once they taste my meat pie, it never goes, Got plans for Friday night? Not yet… who knows… Stop! Timer-buzz! [Verse 4] Hey… wow, you walk in like you own the floor, Confident smile, eyes saying, “I’ve got more in store.” You talk in curves, in edges, your moves, precise and slow, I watch, intrigued, and let certain things overflow. You ask if I can follow, if I’m ready for the ride, Hands steady, mind sharp, patience by my side. You whisper hints of danger, passion, uncontained, I lean in, almost answer — yes, of course, but then — Stop! Timer-buzz! [Outro Chorus] Speed dating — final round, the match is said and done, Whistle blows, the clock runs out, no overtime, I’ve won. I breathe it in, I take my time, I like how this all flows, Friday night is wide awake… now let’s see where it goes. One’s into rafting, says he knows just what to do, Might know the moves, the balance, how to guide my canoe, Another likes his comfort food, a juicy and waiting pie, Slow hands, low heat, just slow & low — my kind of Friday night. Enough debating — time to choose, No more, now my move. Let’s start! Timer-buzz! [instrumental outro]
