Before you, life was grey,
Now I see light in technicolor ,
Before you, I cried over spilled milk,
And I loved the feel of satin covers,
Before you, I loved ruby red velvet quilts,
And I didn\'t care about others,
Now you have cleaned up the spills,
And there are no more tears to cry,
Now, I love the feel of your skin,
When it\'s pressed against mine,
And I love your blue cotton sheets,
But I don\'t know why,
So, my love, don\'t let me go again,
For loving you is my worst crime.