Texty: Grateful Dead. Other. Wrong Way Feelin'.

Girl, you make me suspect there are certain delights
That might be news to me,
And I know at a glance you could show me all the sights
I'd ever care to see.
You're a queen of the elite, and a treat between the sheets,
But I wonder if it's all for free.
It's that wrong-way feelin'.
Wrong-way feelin'.
"Go back", says the sign way back in my mind.
But I can't get away from you.
Honey, you look just like ol' Pharaoh's daughter --
All silk and style and class.
Down I go, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Honey, here's my ass.
Though I already seen this show, you know I'm gonna go.
But ain't we takin' this a bit too fast?
It's that wrong-way feelin'.
Wrong-way feelin'.
"Go back", says the sign way back in my mind.
But I can't get away from you.
We all know the story about Helen of Troy,
And her thousand ships:
Well, she didn't have a thing that could get to this boy,
Like a shake of your hips.
What you're doing to me now I know my mama don't allow,
And there's trouble painted on your lips.
It's that wrong-way feelin'. Wrong-way feelin'.
Go back, says the sign way back in my mind.
But I can't get away from you.
Ooooo sweet siren hit my switch
Ooooo sweet siren I never could resist a bitch