As i was fourteen i was playful I had a time when i was plainly touched And played it as it lays For a moment there was silence To look for reasons is beside the point And it won't last long I was wrong i was cold enough To smack you right in the face All I want All you don't Will I be right or wrong A kick, a punch, a final strike It all came up the other night I closed my fingers for a fight When i was wrong I read the book of bad temptations Down the streets where I was feeling alright And slept for quite a while Still i heard something special On a TV and all that i've ever seen Is what I'll keep in mind Well, I was wrong Still I want so much to smack you right in the face All I want All you don't Will I be right or wrong A kick, a punch, a final strike Bye now, saying goodbye And I call now out for more Will I be wrong