Dwight Twilley Follow

All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
Well I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes
And tie my pantyhose around my neck

I'll be that girl and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

If you will not have me as myself
Perhaps as someone else
Perhaps as me I'll be worth noticing
Then even a eunuch won't resist
The magic of a kiss from such as me

I'll be that girl and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
And if I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

It's time to kick off your shoes
Learn how to choose sadness
It's time to throw off those chains
Addle our brains with madness

'Cause we've got plenty of time
To grow old and die
But when at last your beauty's faded
You'll be glad that I have waited for you

So when you're done
With being beautiful and young
When that course is run
Oh, then come to me

I'll be that girl and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
And if I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

There'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow

All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
Well I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes