That's Where You're Wrong - BFM Hits

Pussyfooting setting Sun

Make a wish that weighs a tonne

There are no handles for you to hold

And no understanding where it goes

Jealousy in Technicolor

Fear by name than love by numbers

Street lamp amber wanderlust

Powder in a blunderbus

She looks as if she’s blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor

Sitting on the floor with a tambourine

Crushing up a bundle of love

Don’t take it so personally

You’re not the only one

That time’s got it in for, honey

That’s where you’re wrong

All the old flames fastened on Make a wish that weighs a tonne

There are no handles you can hold

And no understanding where it goes

She looks as if she’s blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor

Sitting on the floor with a tambourine

Crushing up a bundle of love

Don’t take it so personally

You’re not the only one

That time’s got it in for, honey

That’s where you’re wrong

That’s where you’re wrong

That’s where you’re wrong

Oh, oh