I did it once
Everybody does
Step inside
Take a good look around
I beleived
I suppose that you meant it

You
Youve got it wrong
Youve got the wrong girl

Stuck in traffic
In a car full of furniture
Papers and letters are rotting
And the windows are down
We drive in silence
And your foot is down

But You
Youve got
Oh don't you look now
But youve got the wrong girl

Ive heard my lips pressed
Against the receiver
Drawing stars
To fill the space between your words
Did you say something about
Another chance

You
Youve got a wrong girl
And you
God dont you look now
And you
Youve got the wrong girl