What Is Wrong, What Is Right

She's stroking her cat with silken fingers
A world be charm whose life's incomplete
I'm workin' so hard to try and get to know her
Her parents say who she sees, who she meets

Always on the lawn talking to 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 out late at night
Her only joy is the ride in stable
Her parents say what is wrong, what is right

The day will come when she'll see
The time she's wasted
She's twenty-one and without a guiding light
There's so many things that she's never tasted
Who'll be there to say what is wrong, what is right.