What Is Wrong, What Is Right

She's stroking her cat with her silken fingers

A would-be charmer whose life's incomplete

I'm working so hard to try and get to know her

Her parents say who she sees and who she meets

Always on her own

Walking through the city

Doesn't want to know

If anyone should try to pick her up

She'll put them down

She only drinks at the dining table

She's not allowed to stay up late at night

Her only joy is the riding stable

Her parents say what is wrong and what is right

Always on her own

Walking through the city

Doesn't want to know

If anyone should try to pick her up

She'll put them down

The day will come when she'll see the time she's wasted

She's twenty-one and without their guiding light

There's so many things that she's never tasted

Who'll be there to say what is wrong and what is right