I think we'll all look back and laugh someday at the so called biggors and the choices we made But, the things that you say when you don't have a clue But don't just pick up your stones, you'd want to thorow them, too First, could you tell me why? Could someone please tell me why? That if she makes me happy Why do you really care? But then again, you worry about things like what kind of shirts I wear So, couldn't expect you to realize that when I in her eyes it's like falling in love for the millionth time See the way that she laughs and the way that she smiles, and says "Baby, kiss me one more time.." So, I… I wonder, when did being happy become like committing a crime? Well, we go on livind our day to days Making plans just to watch them change Would you think of a plan fot something like this? No, I'd never even ask God for something like this Cause that'd just be so selfish But, if she makes me happy, Why do you really care? But, then again, you worry about things like what kind of shirts I wear So couldn't expect you to realize that when I look in her, it's like falling in love for the millionth time And the way that she laughs e the way that she smiles and says "Baby, kiss me one more time…" So, I… Now I wonder, when did being happy become like committing a crime? But Jesus himself could take my hand and walk me into the promise land I bet you'd still questiom my heart and where I stand She makes me happy Why do you really care? But then again, you worry about things like what kind of shirts I wear… But, she makes me happy So I don't really care Cause, then again, you worry about things like what kind of shits I wear So couldn't expect you to realize that when I look in the her eyes it's like falling in love for the millionth time And the way that she laughs, and the way that she smiles, And says "Baby, kiss me one more time…" So, I… I wonder, I wonder When did being happy become like committing a crime? So, I… I wonder, When did being happy become like committing a crime?