Shakira

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 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

I love you more than all that’s on the planet

Movin" talkin walkin" breathing

You know it’s true

Oh baby it’s so funny

You almust don’t believe it

As every voice is hanging from the silence

Lamps are hanging from the ceiling

Like a lady to her good manners

I’m tied up to this feeling

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