Written by George Baber/John Conlee
E 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,