Right Turn
Inside always trying to get back inside 
But it's so hard to penetrate pig-thick skin 
I'm 'bout as low as I can get 
I'd leave but I can't forget 
Still I wonder why it ain't right
Mmm it ain't right, oooh 
Ain't right
Mmm it ain't right, yeah 
'Bout as low as she can get 
She'll leave me but she won't forget 
And she wonders why she ain't right
She ain't right 
Ain't right
She ain't right 
Now we're as low as we can get 
Can't leave and can't forget 
We ain't right
We ain't right 
Not right
We ain't right 
Well it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you 
When you can see you were only high 
It's all up to you so you gamble 
Flat on your face and into the fire
Well it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you 
When you can see you were only high 
It's all up to you so you gamble 
Flat on your face and into the fire
Autor(es): Link Wray / Milt Grant
