Janis Ian - This must be wrong

^A7I gave a part^D7y, I^A7 said you could ^D7come ^A7You showed up at my ^D7door with ^A7all your ^Bm7leathers^Cm6 on ^{A7/C# A7}I said, “This ^D7must be wrong, it can't be right. ^A/EHow can you make love to me dressed ^F#7up for ^C#m7/G#a fight? ^{Am6 F#7}Pick me ^B7up off the floor. ^E7sus4No more, 'cause you surely can't be mine.”

^A7Religion c^D7ame, a^A7lmost overn^D7ight ^A7You were the high ^D7priest and ^A7I was the ^A7/C#sacrifice I said, “This ^D7must be wrong, this can't be right ^A/ETake off your stupid robe and ^F#7put d^C#m7/G#own your k^Am6nife! ^F#7These r^B7opes are getting' tight, all r^E7ight, you surely can't be min^A7e.”

^A7I come home half ^D7dead, ^A7late on a Saturday ^D7night ^A7You stand on the ^D7bed and tell me you're ^A7learning to fly ^{D7 D7}I said, “Take off your boots, take off your cape, ^A/EThrow away your long johns, I ^F#7ain't no Lois Lane, Before I ^B7get my kryptonite. All ^E7sus4right, you surely can't be min^A7e.”

^A7I was ready for ^D7love, big ^A7brass bed and ^D7all ^A7I was ready for l^D7ove, you said, “Let's ^A7talk about the war.” ^{D7 D7}I said, “What war? What war? ^A/ETake off your shoes and don't you ^F#7worry me no more. I a^B7in't no fly by night. All r^E7sus4ight. You surely can't be ^D7mine^C6.” ^{F7 A}