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, change, love; 
Change for you. 
'Cause even slurred words can contain some truth. 
I'll change, love, change, love; 
Change for you.... 

When I am ready to.