The candles burn, the table’s set.

The wine it has been served.

The music in the background weeps

and smiles without a word.

The message on the menu says;

are you ready for dessert?



You gotta change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world with yours, sweet Andria.



The waiter smiles, the hostess too.

The cook he eats a bun.

The manager he shakes a hand

and winks to everyone.

And I am pointed to a spot,

with a table served for one.



You gotta change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world with yours, sweet Andria.



I request a song from good old Neil,

called ‘I believe in you’.

Softly on an old guitar,

and a voice I look up to.

And slowly I began to sing,

the song I wrote for you.



You gotta change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world with yours, sweet Andria.



Satisfied and an empty plate.

A glass without a drink.

I ask the waiter to send my check,

by giving him a wink.

I payed him well with a big fat tip,

and myself a song to sing.



You gotta change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world sweet Andria.

Change my world with yours, sweet Andria.



© Tangarine