Lyrics

What's it Gonna Be?
1996 Whit and Al Hill

You're looking kinda guilty
Looking kinda glad
Like you're gonna lose
the best friend you ever had
A letter or a phone call
A tearful reverie
Tell me: what's it gonna be?

Pretty Mary Ellen, pretty Mary Jane
They let me down real easy
Are you gonna do the same?
A letter or a phone call
A tearful reverie
Tell me what's it gonna be?

What's it gonna be?
The bomb or the flu?
The torture or surrender
Or a life of missing you?
What's it gonna be, baby
Tell it to me straight.
Don't leave me wondering
Cause the hour's getting late.

You wake up in the morning
Open up your eyes
Looking like you're cooking up
A little old surprise.
The other shoe is falling
Man, it's falling free.
Tell me what's it gonna be?