Verse 1 My sister says, “Girl, get out that door, Love won’t knock on your bedroom floor. Put on some gloss, find neon lights, Collect some stories on Friday nights.” Pre-Chorus Mama sighs, “Time flies fast, Mirrors whisper, youth won’t last. Learn to flirt, don’t be shy— And please don’t let your good years fly!” Chorus But I’m in my loose-fitting pants, Doing solo kitchen dance. If love wants me, he knows my street— I’ve got Wi-Fi and Uber Eats. Clock goes tick but I go groove, Single life got space to move. Maybe romance, maybe cats— Till then I rock these comfy slacks! Verse 2 Bars are loud and heels are high, Small talk makes my spirit die. “What’s your sign?” and “What’s your plan?” I barely like a houseplant, man. Pre-Chorus Mama says, “Your body’s clock!” Sis says, “Go out, around the block!” But maybe love’s a quiet art— A slow-cooked meal, not a dart. Chorus So I’m in my loose-fitting pants, Giving fate a fighting chance. If he’s brave, he’ll ring my bell— Or swipe me right, that works as well. Clock goes tick but I don’t race, Love’s not Amazon Prime with haste. Maybe late, and maybe fate— I’d rather vibe than desperate-date! Bridge Maybe I’ll meet him buying bread, Argue over sourdough instead. Or maybe not—and that’s okay, I built a life I love each day. Final Chorus Still in my loose-fitting pants, Living big, taking chances. If love arrives, I’ll make some space— But I won’t run a timed-out race. Clock can tick, the world can rant— I’ll find my spark… In comfy pants.
