I May Be Wrong

Though your lot is sad, I am just as bad
Mine is really quite a hopeless case
Oculists advise glasses for my eyes
Without them I can’t even see your face

I may be wrong but I think you're wonderful
I may be wrong but I think you're swell
I like your style, say, I think it's marvellous
I'm always wrong, so how can I tell?

Deuces to me are all aces
Life is to me just a bore
Faces are all open spaces
Why, you might be John Barrymore

You came along, say, I think you're wonderful
I think you're grand but I may be wrong

I might repeat
I may be wrong but I think you're wonderful
I may be wrong, and yet I think you're swell
Oh, I like your style, say, I think it's marvellous
I'm always wrong, so how can I tell?

All of my gowns are unsightly
And each one of my hats is a crime
If, dear, in you I picked rightly
It's the very first time
In my life

Why, you came along, say, I think you're wonderful
I think you're grand but I may be all wrong