The Singer Has Become a Deejay

Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person Well, baby, I know. And these fingertips Will never run through your skin And those bright blue eyes Can only meet mine across the room filled with people that are less important than you. All 'cause 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 So I think it's best we both forget before we dwell on it The way you held me so tight All through the night 'Til it was near morning 'Cause 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 All 'cause 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