The Length of Love
Yes, I am guilty, Sir,
Guilty as charged.
I confess, I confess
I know it must be wrong, Sir,
And wring it must be,
Because no-one seems to do it Sir,
Is there anyone but me?
Yes, Sir, I confess
I must be wrong
Yes, I confess,
Yes, I wrote my love that song.
Yes, yes, confess I will,
That it is true
That after all of these years,
It is my wife that I love still!
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