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Think well all look back and laught someday
at the so called beggars
And the choices we made
But the things that you say
When you dont have a clue
But dont just pick up, your stones,
Youd want to throw them, too
First, could you tell me why?
Could someone please tell me why?
That if she makes me happy,
Why do you really care?
But then again, you worry about things
Like What kind of shirts I wear
So, Couldnt expect you to realize that
When I took in her eyes its like falling
In love for the millionth time
See the way that she laughs,
And the way that she smiles,
And says baby, kiss me one more time..
So i
I wonder, when did being happy
become like committing a crime?
Well, we go on living our day to days
Making plans just to watch them change
Would you think of a plan for something like this?
No, Id never even ask God for something like this
Cause thatd just be so selfish
But, if she makes me happy,
Why do you really care?
But then again, you worry about things
Like What kind of shirts I wear
So, Couldnt expect you to realize that
When I took in her eyes its like falling
In love for the millionth time
And the way that she laughs
And the way that she smiles
And says baby kiss me one more time..
So i
Now I wonder, when did being happy
become like committing a crime?
But Jesus himself could take my hand
And walk me into the promise land
I bet youd still questions my heart
And where I stand
She makes me happy
Why do you really care?
But then again, you worry about things
Like What kind of shirts I wear
But , She makes me happy
So I dont really care?
Cause, then again, you worry about things
Like what kind of shirts I wear
So, Couldnt expect you to realize that
When I took in her eyes its like falling
In love for the millionth time
And the way that she laughs
And the way that she smiles
And says baby kiss me one more time..
So i
I wonder, I wonder,
When did being happy
Become like committing a crime?
So I..
I wonder,
When did being happy
Become like committing a crime?
