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(Jerry Butler, William Butler) |
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I stand accused |
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Of lovin' you too much |
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And I hope, I hope it's not a crime |
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'Cause if it is, I'm guilty |
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Of lovin' you, you, you |
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I, I hope to God |
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That I never have, oh, to testify |
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'Cause if I do |
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Everyone is gonna, they're gonna cry |
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They're gonna say |
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[Incomprehensible] is guilty |
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Of lovin' a sweet girl like you |
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I know, I know |
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You belong to another |
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I, I may not stand a ghost of a chance |
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I'll stand on top of Mount Everest |
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And proudly tell the world that I love ya |
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Oh yes, I will |
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Because I, I just can't |
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I can't help myself |
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I'm a victim of circumstance |
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And just one |
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Ooh, one touch of your hand |
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I don't know how it happened |
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But just look at me |
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I find myself chillin' |
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On the witness stand |
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And I'm shoutin' out |
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All over, all over the land |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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I'm guilty of lovin', lovin' you |
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I'm guilty of lovin' you |
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I said, I'm guilty |
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But what can I do? |
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I wanna hold ya |
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I wanna squeeze ya tight |
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But my mind said |
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She belong to another |
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And that ain't right |
