Sometimes, I talk like a turnstile When I have had too much too drink A tangled tounge like Englsih ivy Just like a film dubbed out of sync The phone is ringing in the guestroom A muffled voice on the machine It's either someone I don't want to talk to Or someone selling what I don't need As I'm waiting for you to come on home Sometimes, I fall in fits of laughter My bottle shatters on the floor And you apologize profusely For the drunkard on the lawn I'll change, love, change I'll change for you Cos even slurred words can contain some truth I'll change, love, change I'll change for you When I am ready to