Late Checkout
Alex Wilson
Description
A flirty, infectious disco-pop bop about a spontaneous romantic encounter in a hotel. "Late Checkout" captures the thrill of impulsive connection and the desire to prolong a magical moment. With breathy verses and a shimmering, four-on-the-floor chorus, this song is pure pop bliss, perfect for late-night drives and dance floors.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You text “u up?” with a keycard emoji, Said “lobby in five,” so I left in a hoodie. Cherry lip gloss in the elevator glow, Skipped floor thirteen—guess we’re tempting the glow. You’ve got that grin like a red-carpet rumor, Say “we should behave”… then you laugh like a rumor. [Pre-Chorus] You say “go home,” but your hands say “stay,” I try to be good—then I forget how to play. [Chorus] Call the front desk—need a late checkout, Turning these pillows to a lost-and-found. “Do Not Disturb” on the door right now, Kissing the sunrise like we own this town. If love’s a fee, go on—max me out, Tap of your heartbeat is the card I count. Yeah, with you I’m asking for a late checkout, ’Cause every goodnight keeps turning next round. [Post-Chorus] Late, late—late checkout. Wait, wait—don’t check out. [Verse 2] Minibar secrets and midnight confessions, You play my playlist—no skips, just intentions. Room-service fries and a window view, You steal my t-shirt; I steal your perfume. Feet on the carpet, gold on the ceiling, Somehow the hallway looks better with feelings. [Pre-Chorus] I’m not the type to fall for a flex, But you make the hallway feel like a set. [Chorus] Call the front desk—need a late checkout, We keep the lights low, let the city drown. “Do Not Disturb,” babe, we’re booked right now, Running on kisses, over time allowed. If love’s a fee, go on—max me out, Tap of your heartbeat is the card I count. Yeah, with you I’m asking for a late checkout, ’Cause every goodnight keeps turning next round. [Bridge] Tell the sun to circle back—come later, Hold my calls till Tuesday, maybe greater. If time’s a rule, let’s rule-break now, Kiss me like a paid vacation—wow. (Front desk?) (Mm, yeah—make it two more hours.) [Chorus] Call the front desk—need a late checkout, Got all my reasons tangled in your mouth. “Do Not Disturb,” baby, say it out loud— We don’t do subtle; we just do wow. If love’s a fee, go on—max me out, Tap of your heartbeat is the card I count. Yeah, with you I’m asking for a late checkout, ’Cause every goodnight keeps turning next round. [Tag] “If we check out now… I’m checking back in.” [Outro] Late, late—late checkout. Wait, wait—don’t check out. (Fade out with synth arpeggio)