Yámana

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