Dressing up - a big night out
it's been too long she's gone without
she checks the mirror,
and then she's out the door.

At the club, she's on the floor
the whole room knows what she's there for,
the men all hear them,
those words she does not say:

Pick Me Up!
I need somebody’s hands on me.
I’m dying for some company.
Pick Me Up!
Another chance,
another dance
tonight.

Princess of each place she goes
Men see her nude inside her clothes
she may not even like them,
but at least she's not alone.

Time to choose somebody new
it doesn't really matter much who.
Her mind is racing
with words she wants to shout:

Pick Me Up!
I need somebody’s hands on me.
I’m dying for some company.
Pick Me Up!
Somebody's hands
somebody's lips
tonight.

Pick Me Up!
I need somebody’s hands on me.
I’m dying for some company.
Pick Me Up!
I need somebody’s hands on me.
I’m dying for some company.
Pick Me Up!
I just need
I just need
someone tonight.