I read somewhere online that opposites attract
But I’ve been thinking, we might be a little too different for that
You like your coffee hot, I want mine iced
You never listen to John Prine
You’d choose a city over two-lane Tennessee
And that don’t make you Mr. Wrong
But you’re far from Mr. Right
‘Cause I’m a glass of red fine wine
And you’re a bad idea on ice
It’s good that we’re so different, but when the day is done
I sleep on my side
And you sleep with everyone
I like my bed made and the smell of my own sheets
I bet you haven’t slept in yours in weeks
I’m sun-kissed tan and you can’t stand the beach
You like sour, I like sweet
I call my mom and when yours calls you, you let it ring
And that don’t make you Mr. Wrong
But you’re far from Mr. Right
‘Cause I’m a glass of red fine wine
And you’re a bad idea on ice
It’s good that we’re so different, but when the day is done
I sleep on my side
And you sleep with everyone
You sleep with everyone
I heard from a friend of a friend you got with both of them
And their friends said the same
We’re just different, that’s okay
That don’t make you Mr. Wrong
But you’re far from Mr. Right
‘Cause I’m a glass of red fine wine
And you’re a bad idea on ice
It’s good that we’re so different, but when the day is done
I sleep on my side
And you sleep with everyone
You sleep with everyone
Literally everyone
And I sleep on my side
