Somewhere Between Right & Wrong

Well, I met her in a small town bar, not far from home

She was having second thoughts about a man who was always gone

Said the only way to get to him was a telephone

So she held on to me when she couldn't hold her own

She said, "I can be had, oh, but I can't be bought

And I can be bad, Lord, if I don't get caught

But I'd rather be loved and left alone

Than be here in the middle somewhere between right and wrong"

She said, "You know I never was the kind to spread it around

But I'll let you get to me as long as you don't let me down"

She said, "I got the kind of love it takes to make it real slow

But I don't care how you get me there just as long as I go"

She said, "I can be had, but I can't be bought

And I can be bad, Lord, if I don't get caught

But I'd rather be loved and left alone

Than be here in the middle somewhere between right and wrong"

(Oh, stand on it, fella)

Yeah, it's her kind of love that keeps me coming back time after time

Just like a beautiful song, I can't get off my mind

But I worry a lot about love that you have to wait on

And I got second thoughts about a woman that's always gone

She said, "I can be had, but I can't be bought

And I can be bad, Lord, if I don't get caught

But I'd rather be loved and left alone

Than be here in the middle somewhere between right and wrong"

Than be here in the middle somewhere between right and wrong