We'd rather be lonely, than to lose you, we'd rather be blue, than to be all alone. Cause if you leave us, our heart would grieve us, and our poor heart? Oh no, we just couldn't stand the pain. If being a prisoner of your good lovin' means this adorably soft blush-and-black striped low-slung hipster bikini is our prison garb? Slap us in handcuffs, we're guilty, guilty of loving you.