Sometimes I talk like a turnstile When I have had too much to drink A tangled tongue like English Ivy Just like a film dubbed out of sync
The phone is ringing in the guest room A muffled voice on the machine It`s either someone I don`t wanna talk to Or someone selling what I don`t need
Cause I`m only waiting for you to come on home
Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter My bottle shatters on the floor And you apologize perfusely for the drunkard on your arm
I`ll change, love, I`ll change I`ll change for you Cause even slurred words can contain some truth I`ll change, love, I`ll change, love I`ll change for you....