Well, I'm all confused, but that's nothing new, It's pretty easily done when you walk in the room, First you say we're all over, Why are you squeezing my hand? I could be wrong, I could be wrong, I could be wrong, but I don't think I am. And what you keep telling me, it still keeps me guessing, Those deep green eyes leave a different impression, Well, sometimes your heart, it won't follow the plan. I could be wrong, I could be wrong, I could be wrong, but I don't think I am. Sometimes, with words, you got to look right through, Sometimes the opposite is true. What you say with your mouth, I don't hear it in your voice, And when you're saying goodbye-bye-bye, why are your lips so moist? You say it's not what I mean, but then the fireworks begin. I could be wrong, I could be wrong, I could be wrong, but I don't think I am. But I don't think... But I don't think... But I don't think...I don't think I am, But I don't think... But I don't think... But I don't think...I don't think I am, No, I don't think... No, I don't think I... No, I don't think...I don't think I am, No, I don't think... No, I don't think I... No, I don't think...I don't think I am.