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Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Ian Janis This Must Be Wrong
I gave a party I said you could come You showed up at your door with all your leathers on I said This must be wrong It can't be right How can you make love to me dressed up for a fight? Pick me up off the floor No more -- 'cause you surely can't be mine Religion came almost overnight You were the high priest I was the sacrifice I said This must be wrong This can't be right Take off your stupid robe and put down your knife These ropes are getting tight All right--you surely can't be mine I come home half dead Late on a Saturday night You stand on the bed and you tell me you're learning to fly I said Take off your boots Take off your cape Throw away your long johns I ain't no Lois Lane Before I get my kryptonite All right--'cause you surely can't be mine I was ready for love Big brass bed and all I was ready for love You said Let's talk about the war I said What war? What war? Take off your clothes and don't you worry me no more I ain't no fly by night All right--you surely can't be mine
