On the day that I met you, you came to hold my hand,
You said you'd never leave me, but I did not understand.

Oh, you choose to be true.

In the morning when I call you, you greet me with a smile,
You hold me like forever; no, it's not just for awhile.

Oh, you choose to be true,
And if I walk away, I want you to follow me.

Well, come on.

You tell me that you love me; how I want to love you too,
If I do you wrong by Sunday, you've forgotten it by Monday.

Oh, you choose to be true,
And if I walk away, I want you to follow me,
Oh, if I walk away, I want you to follow me,
To follow me, to follow me.