That I'd like to try sometime
Since chances are slim
As the light grows dim
I guess I'll sit here in this room of mine
On a recliner marked with last year's wine stain
I watch a muse on TV
Making me want to cut my hair
No more use of combs
And I won't care
Because that's going to be me
Trapped inside that TV screen
Stewed tomatoes go with everything
So why can't I?
I guess it doesn't hurt to try
I can't let go of things
I can't cut those strings
Frustrastion confuses me
And consumes me to a point
Where I lose all control
So hand over the remote control
CHORUS
[interlude]
It's your short haired, blue eyed, big lip face
That I'd like to kiss sometime
It's your room I'm in as this light grows dim
I guess now's as good as anytime
To take a chance
Right now
Come a little closer right now...
CHORUS
I guess now's as good as anytime
Copyright 1998 Monica Rabino