This Must Be Wrong

Janis Ian

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 that knife
These ropes are getting tight
All right, you surely can't be mine

I come home half dead
late on a Saturday night
You stand on the bed and you
tell me you're learning to fly
I said - Take off those boots
Take off that cape
Throw away those long johns
I ain't no Lois Lane
Before I get my kryptonite
All right, 'cause 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

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