Something Wrong Songtext
von Fabian Buch

I said, "Mrs. Paul, what′d you cook for dinner? I'm starving"
And she rolled her eyes, looked away, like "please don′t start me"
Stormed upstairs in the darkness (Oh)
I dropped my head, let my briefcase down
Nowadays, I'm in the yellow pages, passing up the lawyers
But I don't want divorce, I′m just trying to order
Some good, cooked food from the arts
Before I make my bed on the sofa

Baby, I just had the worst dream
Maybe we should think about things
This is crazy, I don′t want you to hate me
But I don't think we should get married

I know that dress fits you beautiful
But see, I′m 19 years old
And you're the only love I′ve ever known
There's gotta be something wrong with that
My first girl, my first kiss, my first love, now this
Oh (Oh), just tell me ain′t nothing wrong with that
And I believe


And I woke up alone, put my feet on the cold hardwood
"This ain't home," she said, "dreary old apartment"
Walked ten steps through the hallway
Saw our daughter playing on the floor
I called her name, one I didn't even know she had
She called me dad, told me she already packed her bags
I asked what for, and she said
"You know I live with mom on the weekdays"

Baby, I just had the worst dream
Maybe we should think about things
This is crazy, I don′t want you to hate me
I don′t think we should get married

I know that dress fits you beautiful
But see, I'm 19 years old
And you′re the only love I've ever known
There′s gotta be something wrong with that
My first girl, my first kiss, my first love, now this
Oh (Oh), just tell me ain't nothing wrong with that
And I believe

(I believe if you want that I)
We won′t break (Break down), break down (Don't know how)
I don't know how, how to break down
I believe (I believe in us), I believe in us
Oh girl, if we left now (Find out), we′d find out (That)
It was all just a dream in the morning
Won′t nothing change 'til the morning


I know that dress fits you beautiful
But see, I′m 19 years old
And you're the only love I′ve ever known
There's gotta be something wrong with that
My first girl, my first kiss, my first love, now this
Oh (Oh), just tell me ain′t nothing wrong with that
And I believe

Oh, oh, oh
Something wrong with that
My first girl, my first kiss, my first love