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
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
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 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
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"Под твоей одеждой"
Ты песня,
Написанная
Рукой Бога.
Не пойми меня превратно.
Тебе это, возможно, покажется
Странноватым,
Но именно к тебе
Стремятся
Все мои мысли.
Забраться к тебе под одежду –
Вот о чём я думаю.
Твоя одежда
Скрывает бесконечную историю.
Под ней мужчина, которого я выбрала,
Моя территория
И всё то, что
Я заслужила
Своими
Добродетелями, любимый.
Из-за тебя
Я забыла
Хитрые способы лгать.
Благодаря тебе
У меня закончились
Поводы к слезам.
Когда друзья разъезжаются,
А вечеринка уже позади,
Мы по-прежнему принадлежим
Друг другу.
Твоя одежда
Скрывает бесконечную историю.
Под ней мужчина, которого я выбрала,
Моя территория
И всё то, что
Я заслужила
Своими
Добродетелями, любимый.
Я люблю тебя больше,
Чем что бы то ни было на этой планете.
Движения, разговоры, прогулки, дыхание,
Ты знаешь, что это правда,
Но, малыш, это так забавно,
Что ты почти в это не веришь.
Как каждый голос связан с тишиной,
Лампы - с потолком,
Как леди привязаны к хорошим манерам,
Так я привязана к этому чувству. [*]
Твоя одежда
Скрывает бесконечную историю.
Под ней мужчина, которого я выбрала,
Моя территория
И всё то, что
Я заслужила
Своими
Добродетелями, любимый.
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
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
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 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
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"Under your clothes "
You song
written
Hand of God.
Do not get me wrong .
You this may seem
weird ,
But it is to you
seek
All my thoughts .
To climb under your clothes -
That's what I think.
your clothes
Hides the never-ending story .
Underneath the man, whom I have chosen ,
My Territory
All that
I deserve
their
Virtues , love.
because of you
I forgot
Clever ways to lie.
thanks to you
I ran
Reasons to tears.
When friends are leaving ,
A party is over,
We still belong
Each other.
your clothes
Hides the never-ending story .
Underneath the man, whom I have chosen ,
My Territory
All that
I deserve
their
Virtues , love.
I love you more
Than anything else on this planet.
Movement , talking, walking, breathing,
You know it's true ,
But , baby, it's so funny
That you almost do not believe it .
As each voice is associated with peace ,
Lamps - with a ceiling
Lady tied to good manners ,
So I linked to this feeling . [*]
your clothes
Hides the never-ending story .
Underneath the man, whom I have chosen ,
My Territory
All that
I deserve
their
Virtues , love.
