I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
Ah yes. I was wrong.
Again, I was wrong,
The girls knew had sad and sullen gray faces with distant gay 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 lie 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 lie a lush life