You're a song written by the hands of God. Don't get me wrong 'cuz 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 a good girl honey. Because of you I forgot the small ways to lie. Because of you I'm running out of reasons to cry, when my friends are gone, when my parties 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 a good girl. honey. I love you more than all that's on the planet, movin' talkin' walkin' breathing. You know it's true, it's so funny. You almost don't believe it, as every voice is hanging from the silence. Lamps are hanging from the ceiling like a lady tied to her 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 a good girl honey.