There, there is no wrong there is no right
Just a man on a telephone, in love or in a fight
Some, sometimes you want sometimes you need
But you don't really care about, the things you do to me
I spent such a long time
Wondering what my two hands were for
Then suddenly it came to me
I need them when you push me to the floor
I don't want to take up all of your time
But then I always do anyway gain But then we always do
Now, now you can say I am not okay
But I don't really get along with people anyway
She, she is my air she is my wine
Even though I let it come to this everything is fine
Baby save me this conversation's waiting
