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
 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...