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 grey faces. With distant gay 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