Shakira

You’re a song, written by the hands of God
Don’t get me wrong
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you are the place where all my thoughts go hiding
Right under your clothes is where I’ll 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 write
Because of you I’m running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party’s over
We’ll still belong to each other

Underneath your clothes
There’s an endless story
There’s the man I chose
There’s my territory
And of all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey