Baby, you got me all wrong

And maybe I am not at all down and out

I'm high and I'm in

Don'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 suffer

Everything I do is wrong

But by God I do it right

We 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 just stunned and we're lying for a living

Don't you know who I am?

I'm the real thing with the low-key sensibilities

I don't need what I've got half as much as everyone covets it

If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right

It turns us on to turn you down