Tekster: The Pretenders. Criminal.

Look at me, high up on the hill
You could say I'm on top of the world
Baby, I'm blue
All because of you

I can see the city
Crumble all around me
Press me to your chest
Block out the view

Oh, you made me
Some kind of criminal
You put me outlaw
Because I loved you

In my time, one thing I've learned
If you play with fire, you get burned
Oh, baby it's true
I got burned by you

I put everything I had
Into a bag
And trusted you to do
What you didn't do

Oh, you made me
Some kind of criminal
You put me outlaw
Because I loved you, yeah

The first thing I think when I wake up
When can I see you?
The last thing I think when I'm drifting off
When will I see you?

Oh, look at me, I'm addicted still
At first I refused, now I just swallow the pill
Oh, baby won't you
Fix me like you used to?

I could spend my time in hell
I might as well
Cos hell is where I'm bound to dwell Without you

Oh, you made me
Some kind of criminal
You put me outlaw
Because I loved you