| Song | I Wait For Late Afternoon And You |
| Artist | Patricia Barber |
| Album | The Cole Porter Mix |
| 作曲 : Barber | |
| They say that | |
| I don't know love, | |
| I say yes | |
| I doThey say they are counting love, | |
| I say I am too | |
| They mark the years with rings like a tree they say | |
| I count on smaller things, minutes, seconds, days | |
| I wait for late afternoon and you | |
| The industrious bunch through breakfast and lunch[Incomprehensible] | |
| I wait for it afternoon and you | |
| The Monday sun softly paves by two | |
| Though the book of the clerks thinking diligence works | |
| For pension and perks out due | |
| I wait for late afternoon and you | |
| If we agree to meet at three | |
| The concierge and | |
| I will see | |
| The shades are drawn, the staff is skilled | |
| Our lunch prepared, the champaign chilled | |
| And if we skip the duck confit | |
| Your arms and lips will reach for me | |
| These walls were meant to never speak | |
| Of songs contempt within a week | |
| So on this late afternoon with you | |
| Other salesmen reserved all the rumors they've heard | |
| That this fool may deserve a review | |
| And still | |
| I wait and | |
| I wait for you | |
| I wait for late afternoon and you |
| zuò qǔ : Barber | |
| They say that | |
| I don' t know love, | |
| I say yes | |
| I doThey say they are counting love, | |
| I say I am too | |
| They mark the years with rings like a tree they say | |
| I count on smaller things, minutes, seconds, days | |
| I wait for late afternoon and you | |
| The industrious bunch through breakfast and lunch Incomprehensible | |
| I wait for it afternoon and you | |
| The Monday sun softly paves by two | |
| Though the book of the clerks thinking diligence works | |
| For pension and perks out due | |
| I wait for late afternoon and you | |
| If we agree to meet at three | |
| The concierge and | |
| I will see | |
| The shades are drawn, the staff is skilled | |
| Our lunch prepared, the champaign chilled | |
| And if we skip the duck confit | |
| Your arms and lips will reach for me | |
| These walls were meant to never speak | |
| Of songs contempt within a week | |
| So on this late afternoon with you | |
| Other salesmen reserved all the rumors they' ve heard | |
| That this fool may deserve a review | |
| And still | |
| I wait and | |
| I wait for you | |
| I wait for late afternoon and you |