Texty: Jon Peterson & Donna Dennihy. A Little Change. She Ain't Right.

She ain't right - she ain't what we expect of her.
Runnin' round town with her top down, wears only fake furs.
She's a real girl, got her hair curled, and lives in her old jeans.
Can do anything the boys do, tattooed, if you know what I mean.

(chorus)
She ain't right - she ain't wrong.
She ain't messin' up too bad, she ain't messin' up for too long.
And she'll never do right by your standards,
but she'll never do wrong by me.

She ain't right, she's outa-sight, she's in her own clouds.
She's sky dived, bee hived, fast drived, she might never slow down.
She's gone to the mountains, she's lived by the sea,
She says she wants to be married,
But still dreams 'bout what she wants to be.

(chorus)
She ain't right - she ain't wrong.
She ain't messin' up too bad, she ain't messin' up for too long.
And she'll never do right by your standards,
but she'll never do wrong by me.

She ain't right, she ain't wrong, she's just trying to hang on.
Worlds spinning too fast, she ain't going to last, 'fact she's already gone.
She's gone. She's gone.
She still dreams about what she wants, and what she needs.

She ain't right. She ain't right.
She ain't wrong.
and she still dreams, about what she wants to be