Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right Songtext
von Compulsive Gamblers

One, two
One, two three, four

Well I′m lying here in bed
I got the covers pulled over my head
'Cause in darkness I can pretend
Just you here with me, even though you′re not really

Well you got yourself a new guy
And I can see that look in your eye
Well one o' these days
I'm gonna show you just what I′m good for
And even up the score


′Cause two wrongs don't make a right
But two rights don′t make a shit
I think I'm in it

Well I′m not gonna let you have all the fun
I went downtown and got myself a gun
Yeah, I'm sure your boyfriend′ll be surprised
When I show up in your living room
And with my gun pointed at you

Well pretty boy got it into face
I'm sorry, didn't mean to mess up
Your lacy underwear
And all that blood in your hair

′Cause two wrongs don′t make a right
But two rights don't make a shit
I think I′m in it