We have fun, while we’re talking.
There may be love that we’re missing.
Just friends, you’ve got a girl.
I pretend not to care, but inside you’re my world.
Cowboy boots and wrangler jeans.
I’m happy when you’re talking to me.
I guess you’re my right kinda’ wrong.

Bonfires and mud fights.
Summer winds, and star filled skies.
Melt my heart down to nothing.
You’re a mistake I’d be happy to be making.
I guess you’re my right kinda’ wrong.

I know you’re taken.
I can’t help myself.
For the strangest reason I need you, no one else.
When I hear your voice, I can’t help but smile.
When we’re talking, I’m happy for a while.
Can’t help, but to be falling for you, I know I’m in to deep.
Nothing else matters, but you, to me.
You’re my right kinda’ wrong…