I went to your house, walked up the stairs, opened your doors without ringing a bell..
Walked down the hall, into your room, where I could smell you..
And I shouldn’t be here, without permittion, shouldn’t be here…
Would you forgive me, love, if I cried in your shower, would you forgive me, love, if I laid in your bed, would you forgive me , love, if I stayed all afternoon..
I took off my cloth, put on your robe, and through your drawer and I found your cologne..
Went down to the dent, found your CD and I played your ‘Jhony’..
And I shouldn’t stay long, you might be home soon, I shouldn’t stay long..
I run your incest, I rang a bell, I notice the letter that set on your desk..
It said, ‘Hello Love, I Love you so, love..Meet me at midnite’ ..
And no, it wasn’t my writing, I’d better go soon, It wasn’t my writing..
So forgive me, love, if I cried in your shower, so forgive me , love, for the soft in your bed…
So forgive me, love, if I cried all afternoon…