When you said that it was time to change your point of view
Never entered in my mind that what you meant was we were through
Jumpin' to conclusions is really not my style

And if it's just illusion it'll vanish in a while
Perhaps the pain and stingin' is only in my mind
I can change my thinkin', but my heart is cryin' 'ouch!'


Chorus:
High Crime (what you doin' to me)


That you don't love me (that you don't love me)
High, high crime (in the first degree)

That you refuse my company
High, high crime (what you doin' to me)
That you don't love me (that you don't love me)

High, high crime (in the first degree)
That you refuse to stick with me (you refuse to stay)