well, maybe you’re a crook for stealing my heart away.
well, maybe you’re a crook for not caring for it.
yeah, maybe you’re a bad, bad, bad, bad person.
well, baby…i know.
and those fingertips
will never run through my skin.
and my dark brown eyes
can only meet yours across the room filled with people
that are less important than me.
all because i love, love love
when i know you can’t love.
i love, love, love
when i know you can’t love me.
so i think it’s best that we both forget before we dwell on it - jl