Is it a sin? Is it a crime?
Loving you dear like I do.
If it's a crime then I'm guilty.
Guilty of loving you.

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
loving you dear like I do.
If it's a sin, then I'm guilty.
Guilty of loving you.

What can I do? What can I say
after I've taken the blame?
You say you're through, you'll go your way.
But I'll always feel just the same.

Ella Fitzgerald, Guilty