Lyrics

Please Pass You
© 1999 Whit Hill

Well I wake up I brush my hair
I go downstairs I see you there
At the breakfast table
Genuine Formica it?s true
(in a robin?s egg blue)
I say good morning, with a smile
I pour the coffee, you pour the juice
Please pass the salt
Please pass the sugar
Please pass you.

Please pass your kisses, please pass your arms
Please pass your stories and the Lucky Charms
And your passion
And the mustard and the ketchup too
And everything I ever wanted
is right here in this room.
Please pass the salt,
Please pass the sugar
Please pass you.

We could clear the table put the plates on the floor
We?d be food for the gods above
I?ll do the dishes when we?re through
Please pass your love, please pass you?

My favorite meal, that would be breakfast
With my baby in the morning sun
And with Lucinda, playing on the radio too
And I don?t think I?ll go to work today
I got something else I wanna do
Please pass the salt, please pass the sugar
Please pass you.

My mama, she taught me manners
And my daddy, he taught me too
I want to be someone they can be proud of
May I have seconds if you please
May I be excused, I?m down on my knees
Please pass the salt, please pass the sugar
Please pass your love.

Chorus