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 you clothes it's 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.. 'Cause of you, I forget the smarts ways to lie, Because of you I'm running out of reasons to cry. When the friends are gone, when the partys over, we wil 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.. I love you more than all it's on the planet, moving, talking, walking, breathing. You know it's true, oh baby, it's so funny, YOU ALMOST DON'T BELIEVE IT! As every voice it's hanging from the silence, lamps are hanging from de ceiling, like a lady is ties of her manners, I'm tied of 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.. For being such a good girl... For being such a good girl...