She makes me happy

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?