Letra

Sunday dreamers end up last Fixing holes in sunken past Please don't blame me for my lies Just to keep him by my side I don't mind if papa cares or Even if my mama stares Step right in let This be true I beg you get to think the way I do I got You I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin I got you I got you under my kiss I got you over my lips I got you under my skin Picture this through cherry bloom Such a crime becoming two whe Firecrackers shoot my mind Into such a spin I cry from All these secrets We have shaded You helped make them Now I play it Over and over and over and over A rhyme so cruel I beg you get to think the way I do You I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin I got you I got you under my kiss I got you over my lips I got you under my skin I got You I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin I want to dance so Come on dance Woohhoo Come on dance Ye who Kick those shoes off Woooohhooo I got You I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin And I got you I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin I got you I got you under my kiss I got you over my lips I got you under my skin I got You I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin
Writer(s): Virginia Claire Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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