Ruth Etting Guilty
Is it a sin, Is it a crime
Loving you, dear, like I do?
If its a crime then Im guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
Maybe Im wrong, dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night thru,
If its a crime then Im guilty,
Guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do, What can I say,
After Ive taken the blame?
You say youre thru,
Youll go your way
But Ill always feel just the same.
Maybe Im right, maybe Im wrong,
Loving you, dear, like I do,
If its a crime then Im guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
