WRONG
Don’t bless me now
Don’t tell me how
I’m doing it wrong
Quit staring me down,
I’m leaving town
I’m doing it wrong
You’re always right.
You’ve told me all night.
I’m doing it wrong.
(Chorus...)
Wrong is the way I look…
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