I Could Be Wrong

Well, I’m all confused, but that’s nothing new,
It’s pretty easily done when you walk in the room,
First you say we’re all over,
Why are you squeezing my hand?
I could be wrong, I could be wrong,
I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
And what you keep telling me, it still keeps me guessing,
Those deep green eyes leave a different impression,
Well, sometimes your heart, it won’t follow the plan.
I could be wrong, I could be wrong,
I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
Sometimes, with words, you got to look right through,
Sometimes the opposite is true.
What you say with your mouth, I don’t hear it in your voice,
And when you’re saying goodbye-bye-bye, why are your lips so moist?
You say it’s not what I mean, but then the fireworks begin.
I could be wrong, I could be wrong,
I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
But I don’t think…
But I don’t think…
But I don’t think… I don’t think I am,
But I don’t think…
But I don’t think…
But I don’t think… I don’t think I am,
No, I don’t think…
No, I don’t think I…
No, I don’t think… I don’t think I am,
No, I don’t think…
No, I don’t think I…
No, I don’t think… I don’t think I am.