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