Under My Skin - Gin Wigmore

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

Kick those shoes off

Come on dance

Ye who

Woooohhooo 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