Baby, you got me all wrong
And maybe I'm not all down and out
I'm high and I'm inDon't you know who I am?
I'm the jaded one with pop insensitivity
When I finish struggling
we can make our way to the dance floor
and stand like strangers
in an elevator stuck between stories
I always find myself in the middle of your stories
With the cameras as a witness I will sufferIf everything I do is wrong
then by god I'll do it rightWe don't dance no, no, no
We got class
No, we don't have any fun at all
It's the new style and we know it
We're not stunning, we're just stunned
and we're lying for a living
We're lying for a living
Don't you know who I am?
I'm the real thing with low-key sensibilities
I don't need what I got
half as much as everyone covets itIf loving me is wrong,
then god damn you do it rightIt turns us on to turn you down
