I don't know why I A keep on B believin you E need me,
When you B prove so many times that it ain't true,
kAnd I con't E find one good A reason for B staying,
A Maybe by B leaving would be the best for E you,
But E these rose A colored B glasses, that E I'm A looking B
through,
E Show A only the B beauty, cause they E hide A all the B truth,
And they E let me hold A on to the good B times, the good A lines,
The B ones I used to hear when I held you,
And they E keep me from A feeling so B cheated, A defeated,
When B reflections in your eyes show me a fool
E These rose A colored B glasses, that E I'm A looking B through,
E Show A only the B beauty, cause they E hide A all the B truth,
So I just E keep on A hope-in, B believin that A maybe,
By B countin the many times I've tried,
You'll E believe me when I A say I B love you and
I'll A lay these B rose colored glasses E aside,
These rose A colored B glasses, that E I'm A looking B through,
E Show A only the B beauty, cause they E hide A all the B truth,

Composição: George Baber / John Conlee