It's a sin, my darling, how I love you Because I know our love could never be It's a sin to keep this memory of you When silence proves that you've forgotten
It's a sin my darling how I love you because I know our love can never be It's a sin to keep this mem'ry of you when silence proves that you've forgotten
Übersetzung: Jones, George. Es ist eine Sünde.
'. Hear that flute, it's a beaut, And the tunes it's tootin', tootsie, ain't they cute? Let's begin, it's a sin, To be missin' all this syncopated music
it's only Monday afternoon Still there's a party goin' on in my livin' room It's just me and fifth of Beam Swayin' to the sounds of old George Jones
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