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Underneath Your ClothesWritten by the hands of god Don't get me wrong cause 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 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 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 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 Than all that's on the planet Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing You know it's true Oh baby it's so funny You almost don't believe it As every voice is hanging From the silence Lamps are hanging from the celing Like a lady to her good manners I'm tied up to this feeling 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 Shakira She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman. Oscar Wilde |
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