Text: Richard Marx. Flesh And Bone. What's Wrong with That.

I may be rotten to the core and stop me if you think I am
A kid in a candy store, the same as any dirty old man
I know I'm not the first to see, I guarantee, I'm not the last
So take some good advice from me, just try it once before you ask

I hear an enticing voice
(Live it up, live it up, do it now, boy)
I don't like the other choice
(Live it up, live it up)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong with that?
What's wrong with the fountain of youth?
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a little self delusion?

Yeah, yeah, now who you think is foolin' who ?
And who will be the last to laugh?
Here's another lame excuse
You're old enough to be her dad

I heard all the reasons why
(Give it up, give it up, take a powder)
I, I turn them my blindest eye
(Give it up, give it up)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong with that?
What's wrong with the fountain of youth?
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a little self delusion?

What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a flower in bloom?
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a little self delusion?

Yeah, days don't hide secrets of the heart, only you and I do
Little white lies rip you right apart in anyway they want to
Life goes by, done before you start
I can't wait around to satisfy you, oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong with that?
What's wrong with the fountain of youth?
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a little self delusion?

What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a flower in bloom?
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with a little self delusion?
(What's wrong?)

Won't you tell me what's wrong?
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
(What's wrong?)

Baby, what's wrong with that?
(What's wrong?)
What's wrong with that?
(What's wrong?)