Are you for real, or if I wait long enough you will change
your colour,
your spots,
your stripes, or the way you comb your hair?

Will I recognize you,
or will you walk right
by,
not catching my eye.

Will you change your
lipstick,
wear sunglasses,
or start or stop,
smoking cigarettes?

If I hear your name,
or the sound of your
voice,
late,
at night beyond my dreams.
Will I have a choice?

I don't know,
but I will look
for you everywhere.
I will recognize your stare,
you are the chameleon.

Lizard feet, with lizard claws,
give me pause, not on your life,
it don't,
hope I'll quit,
think I will fail?
NO, I won't.

Let me introduce my self,
they, call me the lizard hunter,
fresh, smell that? fresh, off the shelf.
I've been looking for one like you!