| The first time that I fell to pieces | 
| I was strung out over the moon wanting you | 
| I was confused by your shifting faces | 
| By the changing key of your tune | 
| Waiting for your call to be my mistress | 
| My paramour, oh you’d be my own | 
| You’re still beautiful when you’re wrong | 
| Still so beautiful when you’re wrong | 
| You turn me on and now you’re stringing me along | 
| Still so beautiful | 
| Oh, so beautiful | 
| One day the laws of love and justice | 
| Will bring you to the prison I call my home | 
| You can’t forget the past without getting busted | 
| Now you have to find a way on your own | 
| So now karma will be sneaking up behind you | 
| And your sorry fate will ultimately find you | 
| You’re still beautiful when you’re wrong | 
| Still so beautiful when you’re wrong | 
| You turn me on and now you’re stringing me along | 
| You’re so beautiful | 
| Still so beautiful | 
| Though she refuse to hear me may I | 
| Telepathically remind the one | 
| That I long for her as the sailors for the sea | 
| Or the tall trees for the morning sun | 
| Yeah, I wanna be your only one | 
| Underneath every late night barrio door | 
| I’ll be passed out drunk the next time you find me | 
| I’ll be sure not to wander off too far girl | 
| Won’t be the last time that you blind me | 
| You left me up a creek in a storm | 
| Yes, I needed you and you were gone | 
| You’re still beautiful when you’re wrong | 
| Still so beautiful when you’re wrong | 
| You say you never meant to cause me any harm or confusion | 
| So I’m leaving | 
| Oh, this is my freedom song | 
| So beautiful when you’re wrong |