If Ping-chan were real? Right now*, she


don't want to wait for the baker:
"Why put pie off another day?"
One by one, my objections
trail off, and she makes me pay:

one pie for her, one pie for me
now I gotta try to find money
pay last month's rent and dream about debt-free days
come on put, put that lamp-post down!


Right now! Hey! It's not a toy, love!
Right now! Come on, that's dangerous!
Right now! at the midnight market
put it down, here and now.
... You're my everything...


Trip in aisle, drop the basket
but nothing falls out of place:
only fell for a fraction,
moves so quick, she's all grace.

The more pie she gets, the more she wants,
just eating one and another
workin' so hard to make them tasty
got to bake, bake them
to a turn


Right now! Hey! It's not a toy, love!
Right now! Come on, that's dangerous!
Right now! on our midnight errand
put it down, here and now.
... You're my everything...


Said my Doll to me,
"Turn around,
"What are you waiting for?
"Kiss now!"


Kiss now! Hey! Love's not a toy, love!
Kiss now! Come on, I'm serious!
Kiss now! On our midnight errand
kiss her right, here and now.
She's my everything,
right now.

Love's what's happening
right here and now.
Right now, she's right now.
"Tell me, what are you waiting for?"


- _Quinn

* I really did start the filk at midnight, but I didn't want to wait another full day to make the posting time correct as well. I should mention that I've done this song before.

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