All Wrong - Morphine

She had black hair like ravens crawling over her shoulders

All the way down

She had a smile that swerved

She had a smile that curved

She had a smile that swerved all over the road

It’s all wrong, all wrong

All wrong, all wrong

She had a way of making people feel good to be around her

As it should be

It’s all wrong, all wrong

All wrong, all wrong

All wrong, all wrong

All wrong

And when she laughs, I travel back in time

Something flips the switch, and I collapse inside

It’s all wrong, all wrong

All wrong, all wrong

All wrong, all wrong

All wrong