Janis Ian This Must be Wrong Letras:
I gave a party,
I said you could come.
You showed up at my door,
With all your leathers on.
I said, "This must be wrong.
It can't be right.
How can you make love to me,
Dressed up for a fight?
Pick me up off the floor.
No more, 'cause you surely can't be mine."

Religion came,
Almost overnight.
You were the high priest,
I was the sacrifice.
I said, "This must be wrong.
This can't be right.
Take off that stupid robe,
And put down your knife.
These Ropes are getting tight.
All right, you surely can't be mine."

[Vocal stylings.]

I come home half dead,
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Late on a Saturday night.
You stand on the bed and you
Tell me you're learning to fly.
I said, "Take off your boots.
Take off your cape.
Throw away your Long Johns.
I ain't no Lois Lane,
Before I get my Kryptonite.
All right, you surely can't be mine."

I was ready for love,
Big brass bed and all.
I was ready for love.
You said, "Let's talk about the war."
I said, "What war?
What war?
Take off your clothes,
And don't you worry me no more.
I ain't no fly-by-night.
All right, you surely can't be mine."


[THIS MUST BE WRONG]
[Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian
Appears on: Aftertones-1975 & (Bonus Track)-2004 [1] .]

[1] Transcribed from the track on this album.]

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