I once thought of love as a prison,
a place I didn't want to be.
So long ago I made a decision,
to be footloose, fancy and free.
But you came in and I was so tempted,
to gamble on love just one time.
Whoever thought I would get caught,
it seemed like the perfect crime.
Babe I'm not begging for mercy,
go ahead throw the book at me.
Cause if loving you is a crime,
then I am guilty as can be.