She whispers to me
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She whispers her secrets to me
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And I feel her breath as it brushes my cheek
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And her voice is the only sound I hear
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And if I am broke
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She pulls me off of my bed
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And she makes me dance to the songs in my head
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And it's late, but please just sing it again
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She's under my skin
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She's under my skin
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And if I say no
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She kisses the scar on my chin
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And before I can speak, we're dancing again
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We turn, and spin right out of control
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Wherever she goes
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She carries a smile in her hand
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Like a thief, she can steal any grin that she can
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And I watch, I wait, to see her again
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She's under my skin
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She's under my skin
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She's under my skin
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She's under my skin
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Under my skin
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Under My Skin
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| Peter Bradley Adams |
