Eleanor McEvoy
Wrong So Wrong
[Verse 1]
I'm guessing his lips
Would brush off my cheek
Before meeting my mouth
Leaving me weak

[Verse 2]
I'm thinking he'd kiss
Sweet and slow
It's a taste of a kiss
I never can know

[Chorus]
'Cause it's wrong
So wrong
To want his touch

[Verse 3]
His fingers are skilled
They'd help me unwind
And I'm trying to sweep
Them out of my mind

[Verse 4]
The strength in his arms
It's easy to see
And I may get a feel
Of that strength on me
[Chorus]
But it's wrong
So wrong
To want his touch
And it's bad
So bad
I want it so much