This Must Be Wrong

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I gave a party, I said you could 
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come
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You showed up at my door with 
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all your leathers on
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I said, “This must be wrong,      it
 can't be right.
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How can you make love to me 
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dressed up for a fight?
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Pick me up off the floor. No more, 
'cause you surely can't be mine.”

[Verse 2]

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Religion came, almost overnight
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You were the high priest and I 
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was the sacrifice
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              D7
I said, “This must be wrong, this 
can't be right
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Take off your stupid robe and put 
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down your knife!
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These ropes are getting' tight, 
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all right, you surely can't be 
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mine.”

[Verse 3]

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I come home half dead, late on a
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 Saturday night
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You stand on the bed and tell me 
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you're learning to fly
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I said, “Take off your boots, take 
off your cape,
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Throw away your long johns, I ain't 
no Lois Lane,
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Before I get my kryptonite. All 
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right, you surely can't be mine.”

[Verse 4]

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