Writer(s): cole porter
It’s the wrong time, and the wrong place
Though your face is charming, it’s the wrong face
It’s not her face, but such a charming face
That it’s all right with me
It’s the wrong song, in the wrong style
Though your smile is lovely, it’s the wrong smile
It’s not her smile, but such a lovely smile
That it’s all right with me
You can’t know how happy I am that we met
I’m strangely attracted to you
There’s someone I’m trying so hard to forget
Don’t you want to forget someone, too?
It’s the wrong game, with the wrong chips
Though your lips are tempting, they’re the wrong lips
They’re not her lips, but they’re such tempting lips
That, if some night, you are free
Then it’s all right, yes, it’s all right with me
