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 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 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.
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