Here's a story of falling in love with an man of too many shades.
At the blink of an eye I see his color change.
It's enough to make me go insane.
Flying from one extreme to the next,
should have guessed it'd fade to indigo.
Although he was peachy not too long ago,
by tomorrow he'll be white as snow.
Mister Chameleon,
your love is so fair-weathered.
You go from gold to green with no warning
and I can't take it anymore.
It's getting so old,
something says I've got to get on.
(ooh)
Something says I've got to get on.
(ooh)
Something says I've got to get on.
We burned bright as a burgandy sun until emerald and we caused a scene.
And exposed the crimson in your tangerine.
You are quite the man of mystery.
Your colors flash, they don't last, I know that you'll be changing so very soon.
And looking for signs brought me to the clue.
What did I do to make you turn so blue?
(Boy you're so mean babe)
Mister Chameleon,
I see your true colors.
I thought I knew you well, now it's hard to tell
and I can't take it anymore.
This is getting so old,
something says I've got to get on.
Get on,
ohh darlin' get on.
(Bye)
Said I love you boy, but bye get up. Get up.
(Bye)
Ohhh... get up
(Bye)
Bye, something says I've got... I've got...
(Ohhh)
