I stand accused.
Of lovin' you,
Too much.

And i hope,
I hope it's not a crime.
'Cause if it is,

I'm guilty,
Of lovin' you, you, you.

Oh yeah, mmm hmm.

I - I hope to God that I,
Never have,
To Testify.
'Cause if I do,
Everyone is gonna, they're gonna cry,
They're gonna say,
(Guilty)

oh Ike is guilty,
Of lovin' a sweet girl like you.

I know, I know,
You belong to another.
I...
I may not stand a ghost of a chance.
I'll stand on top of Mt. Everest,
And proudly tell the world that I love ya.
Oh yes I will.

Because I...
I just can't,
I can't help myself
I'm a victim of circumstance.

And just one.
Oooh, one touch of your hand.
I don't know how it happened.
But just look at me,
I find myself chillin' on the witness stand.

And I'm shouting out,
All over... all over the land.
Yes if I'm guilty
(Guilty)
I'm guilty of loving,loving you.

I'm guilty,
Of loving you, yeah.
I said I'm guilty,
but what can I do.

I wanna hold ya.
I wanna squeeze ya tight.
But I want myself 
to belong to another,
And that ain't right....