UYC

You're a song, written by the hands of God.
Don't get me wrong, cause this may sound to you a bit odd...
But you own the place, where all my thoughts go hidding,
and right under your clothes is where I find them.

Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story.
There's the men I chose, there's my territory...
And all the things I deserved, for being such a good girl.

Cause of you, I forgot the smart ways to lie,
because of you, I'm running out the reasons to cry.
When the friends are gone, when the party is over,
we will still belong to each other.

I love you more than all that's in the planet,
moving, talking, walking, breathing...
You know it's true, it's so funny,
you almost don't believe.
As every voice is hanging from the silence,
lamps are hanging from the ceiling.
Like a lady tied to her manners,
I'm tied up to this feeling...