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