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(Eight men, four women Lord, that's the jury of love)I dreamed that love was a crimeI was alone, so lonely and blueYou know why? Because eight men and four women, LordThey found me guilty of loving you (loving you) As they were taking me awayYou were taking, I saw you when you were taking the witness standYou know what? I heard the lawyer when he asked you, my love"Do you really love that man?"It was eight men and four women (guilty)How could they be so blind (guilty)How could they? I knew they sat thereAnd called true love a crime (this is what killed me)But a tear rolled down my cheekI felt so sorry for youYou know why? Because in my heart I knew, oh yes, baby I knewThat they would find you guilty tooJudge, your honor and to the juryI intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are innocentAnd true love is not a crimeLetras de canciones(Lord, that's the jury of love)Lord, that's the jury of loveA mean judge and a mean jury, oh, that's the jury of love(Lord, that's the jury of love)(Lord, that's the jury of love) (fade) From Letras Mania