ella fitzgerald
i may be wrong (but i think you're wonderful)
I may be wrong, but I think you're wonderful I may be wrong, but I think you're swell I like your style; say, I think it's marvelous I'm always wrong, so how can I tell?  Deuces to me are all aces Life is to me just a bore Faces are all open spaces You might be John Barrymore  You came along; say, I think you're wonderful I think you're grand, but I may be wrong  I may be wrong, but I think you're wonderful I may be wrong, but I think you're swell I like your style; say, I really think it's marvelous I'm always wrong, so how can I tell?  Deuces to me are all aces Life is to me just a bore Faces are all open spaces You might be John Barrymore  You came along; say, I think you're wonderful I think you're grand, but I may be wrong  You said that Edison would never make that light You laughed at Mr. Franklin with his key and light The point of the song is I'm always wrong But with you, baby, I'm oh-so right