Don't want your world
Don't want nothing in it
I seen your world
Don't want nothing in it
I been around
Don't know why we're in it
I still don't know
Just what you mean to me
Up in the air, under the sea
Take me, hold me
Take me, hold me
That's the fun of being wrong
That's the fun of being wrong
Take me, hold me

Is that so wrong
Is that so wrong
Here am I
Tip
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Tap tapestries of music aimed to please
A big trapeze
Up and down with ease
Sweet melodies
You love the tease
That's the fun of being wrong
Take me, hold me
Is that so wrong?
I don't know