| If loving her’s a sin, I don’t wanna go to Heaven
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| No, there’s nothing else up there I could need
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| And if I’m sinning every day, guess I’ll sin all seven
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| If I can still have her by the end of the week
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| Ooh
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| And if loving her’s a drug, then I wanna be addicted
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| Why would I get clean when the high’s this good?
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| And she says I’m the only who can hit it
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| And all the other druggies just wish they could
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| They wish they could
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| You see, I used to be ashamed
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| To write a song that said her name
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| 'Cause I was too afraid
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| Of what they all might say
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| But if loving her is wrong
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| And it’s not right to write this song
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| Then I’m still not gonna stop
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| And you can turn the damn thing off
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| If loving her’s a choice, she’s all I’m gonna choose
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| No way you could sway me in another’s favor
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| But some people choose Buddha or Jesus or booze
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| But her body’s my temple and her soul is my savior
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| You see, I used to be ashamed
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| To write a song that said her name
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| 'Cause I was too afraid
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| Of what they all might say
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| But if loving her is wrong
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| And it’s not right to write this song
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| Then I’m still not gonna stop
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| And you can turn the damn thing off
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| If loving her hurts, I’ll keep on hurting
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| If it means staying true to who I am
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| You may not agree. |
| but like me, you’re learning
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| That people don’t like what they don’t understand
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| No, people don’t like what they don’t understand
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| And you can shake your head
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| You can clench your fists
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| You can judge, hold a grudge
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| You can just be pissed
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| You can say it’s wrong
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| You can say a prayer
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| While you’re doing that
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| I’ll be over there
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| Loving her
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| Oh, loving her
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| Loving her
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| Loving her
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| Ooh, loving her
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| Loving her
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| Loving her |