Oops wrong turn

We were sippin’ on whiskey, dancin’ real slow,

Lights down low, radio on low,

I leaned in close, thought I had it just right,

But one wrong move turned into a fright!

Oops, wrong turn, now she’s yellin’ at me,

Jumped three feet like she sat on a bee,

I said, “Darlin’, I swear, it was just bad aim,”

She said, “Boy, you’re about to feel some pain!”

She grabbed that pillow, swung it like a bat,

I was beggin’ for mercy, sayin’, “Let’s talk ‘bout that!”

She said, “Next time, you better knock on the door,

Or you’re sleepin’ outside on the cold hard floor!”

Oops, wrong turn, now she’s cussin’ me out,

Sayin’, “Lord have mercy, what’s this all about?”

I said, “I love you, don’t mean to be crass,”

She said, “Well then, keep your dick out my ass!”

Now I learned my lesson, I measure twice,

Check my maps, don’t roll those dice,

But every now and then, when she gives that wink,

I start wonderin’ what she might think…

Oops, wrong turn—nah, this time’s just right,

She said, “Boy, you best hold on tight!”

So if you ever find yourself in that spot,

Just pray she’s feelin’ a little bit hot!