He keeps his secrets so he doesn?t even tell himself   He keeps his ringer off and doesn?t hear the telephone   How could he know a pretty girl could mess him up   And he wants to know more than anything he wants to know      She knew it?s wrong but she had to taste the bitterness   She clings to everything that keeps her out of loneliness   Pretty pretty girl meets guy   How could they know that two wrongs can never make a right      That two wrongs can never make a right   Love finds a way to be free, woe is me   It keeps on holding us closely, woe are we   Two wrongs don?t make a right for me, woe is me      He told her no but she bit down to the apple core   She spit up worms   And everything they knew fell to the floor   Sifting through the pieces all they found was more      And the glory of their garden fell   And the glory of their garden fell   Love finds a way to be free, woe is me   It keeps on holding us closely, woe are we   Two wrongs don?t make a right for me, woe is me      Children follow my voice, children follow my voice   My words are like silk and my tears are like yours   Falling from the sky from which the lost can find love amidst the pain   Love is like a song you can?t help but sing