That's Where You're Wrong
A pussyfooting setting sunMake a wish that weighs a tonneThere are no handles for you to holdAnd no understanding where it goes
Jealousy in technicolorFear by name, love by numbersStreetlamp amber, wanderlustPowder in a blunderbuss
She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at meAnd suddenly the skies are sizzlingSitting on the floor with a tambourineCrushing up a bundle of loveDon't take it so personallyYou're not the only oneThat time's got it in for honeyThat's where you're wrong
All the old flames fastened onMake a wish that weighs a tonneThere are no handles that you can holdAnd no understanding where it goes
She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at meAnd suddenly the skies are sizzlingSitting on the floor with a tambourineCrushing up a bundle of loveDon't take it so personallyYou're not the only oneThat time's got it in for honeyThat's where you're wrongThat's where you're wrongThat's where you're wrong