Maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
And maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
And maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well baby, I know
So these fingertips, they’ll never run through your skin
Those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across a room
Filled with people that are less important than you
Because you love, love, love when you know I can’t love
You love, love, love when you know I can’t love
You love, love, love when you know I can’t love you.
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