me in a state of fight Wrong people with wrong faces Have put wrong music on Wrong women with wrong asses Dance on a stupid song Wrong guys with wrong
Wrong people with wrong faces Have put wrong music on Wrong women with wrong asses Dance on a stupid song Wrong guys with wrong ideas Sip from a cocktail glass Wrong
my grind tight Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light See, we all got problems but some need addressin' And so at night I hit
That road is crossed Its down that road A lot of little girls go lost Sugar Sugar Sugar Keep on driving on Until the City of right Becomes the City of wrong
the altar, went to dion warwick she couldnt predict my future, went with my feelings even though it wasent right, creepin with my secret lover in the middle of the night
walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she couldn't predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night
between the new and the old Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be Somewhere in the middle you'll find me Somewhere between the wrong and the
Woke up in a cold sweat In the middle of the night Seems like a lifetime When you're wondering who's wrong or right One confession would resurrect the
diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop Every night's a weekend, every day's a Friday night
(sambora) Woke up in a cold sweat In the middle of the night Seems like a lifetime When you're wondering who's wrong or right One confession would resurrect
going to break, And the water gonna come in, have no place to stay Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan, Well all last night I sat on the
come here late at night to pray to him by candlelight Then peering through the glass I saw with disbelief Still dressed in royal clothes the saint behind the altar
night confession Reveals the most profane obsession Their trust is won and fate is conquered The essence of conviction Why me? I did no wrong I did
The night is black 7 figures walk the streets of Louvers Picard is one, another two are priests And then the nuns going to The meetings held in secrecy
students continue praying) PRIEST Peter! You're not fooling anyone! Being an altar boy by day doesn't forgive what you do at night! PETER And you, my
[Abe] One beam of light, is enough to see where you're going One wrong turn, is enough to loose your way One choice, is all you have to make One ounce
're never gonna last Up is down, wrong is right When everything is backwards, surely Everything will always turn out right Revealed in reflection, night is day, day is night
know Where I fit in, baby you win again I can?t be right if I?m always wrong I can?t stand up if I?m always kneeling At your altar or at your throne
