I was wrong, 
I was wrong, 
I was wrong
Ah yes, I was wrong, again 
I was wrong
The girls 
I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue 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 live 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 live a lush life