Well, I'm all confused, but that's nothing new,
It's pretty easily done when you walk in the room,
First you say we're all over,
Why are you squeezing my hand?
I could be wrong, I could be wrong,
I could be wrong, but I don't think I am.
And what you keep telling me, it still keeps me guessing,
Those deep green eyes leave a different impression,
Well, sometimes your heart, it won't follow the plan.
I could be wrong, I could be wrong,
I could be wrong, but I don't think I am.
Sometimes, with words, you got to look right through,
Sometimes the opposite is true.
What you say with your mouth, I don't hear it in your voice,
And when you're saying goodbye-bye-bye, why are your lips so moist?
You say it's not what I mean, but then the fireworks begin.
I could be wrong, I could be wrong,
I could be wrong, but I don't think I am.
But I don't think...
But I don't think...
But I don't think...I don't think I am,
But I don't think...
But I don't think...
But I don't think...I don't think I am,
No, I don't think...
No, I don't think I...
No, I don't think...I don't think I am,
No, I don't think...
No, I don't think I...
No, I don't think...I don't think I am.