Story Behind The Song

I wrote this song about no one in particular when I was living in Japan. I met a producer from Hollywood, Mr. R, who saw me perform and told me that I was pretty good and he would be interested in producing me if I had the right songs. I realized that I had songs to write, and I wrote one after another that he rejected. Finally I decided to write about something he could not ignore: sex. When I met him in his hotel room in Japan with the demo to this song (he was with one of his artists) he answered the door with his shirt open, old, fat, and bald as he was. I had brought my best girlfriend. He buttoned his shirt, invited us in, and played my new sex-inspired songs. He loved them, especially this one. When he was done playing them, he told me this was the one, and then immediately asked me to type up a letter for his artist who had failed to do a signature scream for the Japanese artists who had hired him, to give to his lawyers. So I did that. When I was done, he walked up to me and point blank asked me if I would sleep with him before or after the record contract. I thought he must have been kidding, and I responded quickly that I was a lesbian and my friend, Melanie, who I had brought, was my partner. (Totally not true.)He told me he would invite me to his artists concert and there I needed to tell him if I was going to sleep with him before or after the record contract. I couldn't believe it! Wasn't this too much of a paradox- the same story of an LA producer who coerces potential talent into sex? I decided to go with my friend to the concert, where we had back stage passes, and perhaps he would back down. Nope. He asked me there. And since I had no answer for him, he walked away from me, with me knowing that the opportunity was over. What else could I do to further my career? Please read and listen to the song "Too Late" to see what happened next!

Song Description

A hot fantasy about a one-night stand, but realizing the reality of the consequences: that I lose my own dream about 50 ways.

Lyrics

They say it only takes a second to make a lasting good impression,
It only takes a minute to get in good communication,
It only takes 2 minutes 'til I know if you're a yes or no,
It could take just 10 minutes 'til we're both so hot, burning to go.

And stretch the minutes into hours,
And stretcg the hours into days,
And when the time is up then stretch me 'cross the table,
And take me now in 50 ways.

I say it could take 15 minutes just to drive me back to my front door,
Could take 2 more minutes 'til we're groping madly on the floor,
Only 1 more minute 'til our naked bodies glistening
Why stretch all those minutes when we'll do it eventually?

And shrink those long days into hours,
Pack all the passion in one gaze,
But I'm too proud to be left alone on the table.
Beating myself in 50 ways.

Oh why, oh why?
Why did I do it again? Oh

I say it could just take a second 'til when I say no, you walk away.
It could just take one minute 'til you laugh with that girl 'cross the way,
It could just take 10 minutes 'til you're groping for her car keys,
They could have been my minutes but I'm so damn glad that it's not me.

Then creeps a calloused skin in minutes,
Then stretch the silence into days,
And in a whirlwind stretching naked 'cross the table,
I lose my dream of 50 ways.

They say it only takes a second to make a lasting good impression,
It only takes a minute to get in good communication,
It only takes 2 minutes 'til I know if you're a yes or no,
It's not that I don't want you and I just wanted to let you know.