� � I may be rotten to the core, stop me if you think I am. I'm 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, give it up, give it up, do it now boy. I don't like the other choice, give it up, give it up. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with a father love you? What's wrong with that? What's wrong with a little self delusion? � � � Now who do you think is fooling who? And who will be the last to live? 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 turned to my blindest eye. Give it up, give it up. � � What's wrong with that? What's wrong with a father love you? 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? � � � Days don't hide the secrets of the heart, only you and I do. Little white lies rip you right apart in any way they want to. Life goes by, done before you start. � � I can't wait around to satisfy you. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with a father love you? 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 with that? What's wrong with that? � � What's wrong? �