Lyrics Wrong So Wrong - Eleanor McEvoy

Wrong So Wrong

I’m guessing his lips
Would brush off my cheek
Before meeting my mouth
Leaving me weak
I’m thinking he’d kiss
Sweet and slow
It’s a taste of a kiss
I never can know
'Cause it’s wrong
So wrong
To want his touch
His fingers are skilled
They’d help me unwind
And I’m trying to sweep
Them out of my mind
The strength in his arms
It’s easy to see
And I may get a feel
Of that strength on me
But it’s wrong
So wrong
To want his touch
And it’s bad
So bad
I want it so much