Lyrics Chameleon - Billy Sheehan

Chameleon

Chameleon, how I envy what you can become
The colours end in your tongue
I’m sure your first desire is to blend
But you can choose the kind of messages that you send
If only I can 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 colour to display
Chameleon, the middle ground is very seldom won
It ends up overcooked or underdone
An indecise struggle to define
An empty head reavealed 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 colours end in your tongue
I’m sure your first desire is to blend
But you can choose the kind of messages that you send
If only I can 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 colour 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
If only I was born to speak your native tongue
If only I can breed the…