Love is no crime

Don't tell me when something is beautiful, and don't tell me how to talk to my friends. Just tell me the names of the stars in the sky, what's your favourite song. [...] Don't put your arms around me and don't hold me tight. [...] And don't ask me where all of the pain goes 'cause you make me feel like I don't know myself. [...] I find myself aching for you, I fell myself breaking in two. So don't tell me when I should come on home, there might be a time you don't want me around.