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 ceiling
Like a lady to her good 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

 

You’re a song	jesteś piosenką, pieśnią
Written by the hands of God	napisaną rękoma Boga
wrong	źle, błędnie
This might sound to you a bit odd	może to dla ciebie brzmieć trochę dziwnie
own	posiadać
thoughts	myśli
clothes	ubranie, ubrania
Underneath Your Clothes	pod twoim ubraniem
an endless story	niekończąca się opowieść, historia
territory	terytorium, teren
deserve	zasługiwać na
Because of you	przez ciebie
smart	bystry, sprytny
lie	kłamać
reasons	powody
When the friends are gone	kiedy przyjaciele znikną
When the party’s over	kiedy impreza się skończy
belong	należeć
planet	planeta
more	bardziej
You know it’s true	wiesz, że to prawda
it’s so funny	to takie zabawne
almost	prawie
voice	głos
silence	cisza
ceiling	sufit
feeling	uczucie
to be tied up	być zajętym