They say true love waits.... and boy does it ever!
With apologies to Richard Marx who wrote a great love song, and I'm sorry I had to poke fun at it. Additional credit goes to humorist Lewis Grizzard, from whose book title -- "When My Love Returns From the Ladies' Room, Will I Be Too Old To Care?"
-- I paraphrased as a line for the last chorus.
And I slowly go insane
You promise me you won't be long
But your promise seems inane
When I see you next to never
Seems like you're gone forever
When to the Ladies' Room you go
Whatever it is that you do
I will be right here waiting for you
However long it may take
If I have to eat stone cold steak
I will be right here waiting for you
I take for granted all the things
That you do to look so great
You fix your make-up, you fix your hair
While I sit here and wait
Oh, how I hate having "date lag" *
Wish I had brought a sleeping bag
Whenever you go
When primping you do
I will be right here waiting for you
While you powder your nose
On my face a beard grows
As I sit right here waiting for you
You powder your nose
Throughout eternity
And I can help but wonder how big
Can one nose be?
[Dialog during instrumental:]
WAITER: Excusez-moi, monsieur, but I could not help but notice the cobwebs in your armpits. Just how long have you been waiting on your lady friend?
ME: Jeez, I dunno... what month is this?
When you return from your lair
Will I be too old to care?
And I don't know which one is worse:
My having to wait
Or the dust on my plate
settling while I'm still waiting for you...
...waiting for you....
only it takes a lot longer to get over.
