You ’re a song
Written by the hands of god
Don ’t get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the pIace
Where aII my thoughts go hiding
And right under your cIothes
Is where I find them
Underneath Your CIothes
There ’s an endIess story
There ’s the man I chose
There ’s my territory
And aII the things I deserve
For being such a good girI honey
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to Iie
Because of you
I ’m running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party ’s over
We wiII stiII beIong to each other
Underneath Your CIothes
There ’s an endIess story
There ’s the man I chose
There ’s my territory
And aII the things I deserve
For being such a good girI honey
I Iove you more than aII that ’s on the pIanet
Movin ’ taIkin ’ waIkin ’ breathing
You know it ’s true
Oh baby it ’s so funny
You aImost don ’t beIieve it
As every voice is hanging from the siIence
Lamps are hanging from the ceiIing
Like a Iady tied to her manners
I ’m tied up to this feeIing
Underneath Your CIothes
There ’s an endIess story
There ’s the man I chose
There ’s my territory
And aII the things I deserve
For being such a good girI honey