Being Right

Hey baby
I like the way you make me feel
Cut me open, strip me bare
Huh well, how wrong I was

Don't you hate being right

Hey baby
I like the looks you steal
Got me stumblin' around
Ahh now, how wrong you were

Don't you hate being right

In the light of dawn
The Sun shines through
And I hear the birds
And they call my name!

Don't you hate being right?