This Must Be Wrong

(album: Aftertones - 1976)

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