| Girl I love you | |
| Yeah, yeah, honest I do | |
| And I'm guilty, baby | |
| On being untrue | |
| What you heard | |
| Through the grapevine | |
| Every word it's true | |
| Now the blame's all mine you all | |
| I'm guilty | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I'm guilty, guilty, guilty | |
| Baby, I'm guilty of this crime | |
| Don't condemn me | |
| Or cast me aside | |
| 'Cause I'm gonna be good to you | |
| Love to you is more, more important | |
| Than your foolish [Incomprehensible], ooh | |
| Just put me on probation | |
| Loving you is my | |
| Yeah, an infatuation | |
| Guilty, yeah | |
| Ooh, I'm guilty | |
| But listen | |
| Don't condemn me, baby, baby, baby | |
| Or cast me aside | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Loving you is more hard | |
| Than your foolish [Incomprehensible] | |
| All you got to do is | |
| Just put me on probation | |
| Loving you is more, yeah | |
| Than infatuation | |
| 'Cause I'm guilty | |
| Not so guilty, guilty | |
| Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty | |
| Don't condemn me |