This Must Be Wrong

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I gave a party, I said you could come
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You showed up at my door with 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 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 was the sacrifice
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I said, “This must be wrong, this can't be right
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Take off your stupid robe and put down your knife!
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These ropes are getting' tight, all right, you surely can't be mine.”

[Verse 3]

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I come home half dead, late on a Saturday night
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You stand on the bed and tell me 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 right, you surely can't be mine.”

[Verse 4]

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I was ready for love, big brass bed and all
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I was ready for love, you said, “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 worry me no more.
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I ain't no fly by night. All right. You surely can't be mine.”