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. (L:ive it up, live it up, do it now, boy.) I don't like the other choice. (Live it up, live it up.) 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? 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've heard all the reasons why. (Give it up, give it up, take a powder.) I turn them my blindest eye. (Give it up, give it up.) 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? Days don't hide secrets of the heart. Only you and I do. Little white lies rip you right apart, And anyway they want to. Life goes by, done before you start. I can't wait around to satisfy you. [Guitar Interlude] [Repeat Chorus