you''re a song
written by the hands of god
don''t get me wrong couse
this might sound to you a bit odd
but you own the place
where all my thoughts go hiding
and right under your clothes
is where i find them
underneath your clothes
there''s an endless story
there''s the man i chose
there''s my territory
and all the things i deserve
for being such agood gril honey
because of you
i forgot the smart ways to lie
because of you
i''m running out of reasons to cry
when the friends are gone
when the party''s over
we will still belong to each other
underneath