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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 From Letras Mania