Lyrics: Billy Sheehan
Music: Billy Sheehan
Chameleon! How I envy what you can become
The colors (and again your tongue)
I'm sure your first desire is to blend
But you can choose the kind of message that you send
If only I could change upon a simple whim
If only I could slip into another skin
If only I could lick your salty sweat and get away
If only I could know the color to display
Medium: the middle ground is very seldom won
It ends up over cooked or underdone
An indecisive struggle to define
An empty head reveals another open mind
If only I could melt like ice in summer heat
If only you would let the water drip onto your feet
If only I could touch your skin so dry and smooth
If only I could stop myself from watching every move
Chameleon! How I envy what you can become
The colors (and again your tongue)
I'm sure your first desire is to blend
But you can choose the kind of message that you send
If only I could change upon a simple whim
If only I could slip into another skin
If only I could lick your salty sweat and get away
If only I could know the color to display
If only I could melt like ice in summer heat
If only you would let the water drip onto your feet
If only I could touch your skin so dry and smooth
If only I could stop myself from watching every move