the ups and downs of loving him

if loving him is a crime

then let me do the crime

nothing can compare to his love

and his love is all mine 

its wrong but it feels right 

he only comes over at night 

his wife at home worrying about him

well he is out creeping till light 

i wonder why he loves me 

we can never agree

go home to her and leave me here 

we could never ever be 

he buys her many expensive gifts

his wife has many ifs

she wonder what he is doing 

they are two passing shifts

he changes becomes true 

she still has the blues 

nothing can change her attitude 

she cried about losing you

loving him was a crime

i really did do time 

i was nothing but a place holder 

and his love was never mine