This Must Be Wrong

I gave a party

I said you could come

You showed up at your door

With all your leathers on

I said This must be wrong

It can't be right

How can you make love to me

Dressed up for a fight?

Pick me up off the floor

No more

'Cause you surely can't be mine

Religion came

almost overnight

You were the high priest

I was the sacrifice

I said this must be wrong

This can't be right

Take off your stupid robe

And put down your knife

These ropes are getting tight

All right

You surely can't be mine

I come home half dead

Late on a Saturday night

You stand on the bed and you

tell me you're learning to fly

I said Take off your boots

Take off your cape

Throw away your long johns

I ain't no Lois Lane

Before I get my kryptonite

All right

'Cause you surely can't be mine

I was ready for love

Big brass bed and all

I was ready for love

You said Let's talk about the war

I said What war?

What war?

Take off your clothes

And don't you worry me no more

I ain't no fly by night

All right

You surely can't be mine