Wrong Girl

I did it once, everybody doeshead inside, take a good look aroundI believed, I suppose that you meant itbut you , you've got it wrongyou've got the wrong girlstuck in traffic, in a car full of furniturepapers and letters are rotting, and the windows are downand we drive in silence, and your foot is downbut you, don't you look now, but you've got the wrong girlI hear my lips pressed against the receiverdrawing stars to fill the space between the wordsdid you say something about another chance?well you've, you've got it wrongyou've oh don't you look now, you've got the wrong girl