Is it a sin, is it a crime, loving you, dear, like I do...?
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty, guilty of loving you.
Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you, dreaming the lonely night through.
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty, guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do? What can I say?
After I've taken the blame, you say: "you're through, you'll go your way”, but I'll always feel just the same.
Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong, loving you, dear, like I do.
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty, guilty of loving you...
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty, guilty of loving you.
Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you, dreaming the lonely night through.
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty, guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do? What can I say?
After I've taken the blame, you say: "you're through, you'll go your way”, but I'll always feel just the same.
Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong, loving you, dear, like I do.
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty, guilty of loving you...
et trobes millor?
ResponderEliminarIrene, sólo diré que si comparamos la entrada con el comentario de Marta, el resultado es un clarísimo "CREC" de cuello que te deja tetraplégica.
ResponderEliminarA mí eso me parece bonito. (El texto/letra de canción, no el Crec)