I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong Ah yes, I was wrong, again I was wrong The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distinct traces that used to be there You could see where they'd been washed away By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales Romance is mush, stifling those who strive I'll live a lush life I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong Ah yes, I was wrong, again I was wrong Romance is mush, stifling those who strive I'll live a lush life