you're a song written by the hands of God

don't get me wrong, 'cuz this might sound to you a bit odd

but you own the place all my thoughts go hiding

& right under your clothes is where i find them

Underneath your clothes there's and endless story

there's the man i chose, there's my territory

& all the things i deserve for being such a good girl, honey.

because of you i forget 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