| As i was fourteen i was playful | |
| I had a time when i was plainly touched | |
| And played it as it lays | |
| For a moment there was silence | |
| To look for reasons is beside the point | |
| And it won't last long | |
| I was wrong i was cold enough | |
| To smack you right in the face | |
| All I want | |
| All you don't | |
| Will I be right or wrong | |
| A kick, a punch, a final strike | |
| It all came up the other night | |
| I closed my fingers for a fight | |
| When i was wrong | |
| I read the book of bad temptations | |
| Down the streets where I was feeling alright | |
| And slept for quite a while | |
| Still i heard something special | |
| On a TV and all that i've ever seen | |
| Is what I'll keep in mind | |
| Well, I was wrong | |
| Still I want so much to smack you right in the face | |
| All I want | |
| All you don't | |
| Will I be right or wrong | |
| A kick, a punch, a final strike | |
| Bye now, saying goodbye | |
| And I call now out for more | |
| Will I be wrong |