Shakira - Underneath your clothes

^GYou're a ^Bmsong ^Cwritten by the ^Dhands of god ^GDon't get me ^Bmwrong, cause ^Cthis might sound to ^Dyou a bit odd ^EmBut you ^Bmown the ^Cplace Where ^Dall my thoughts go ^Emhiding ^CRight under your clothes is ^Dwhere I ^Cfind ^Dthem

^GUnder^Emneath your ^Cclothes, there's an ^Dendless story ^GThere's the ^Emman I ^Cchose, there's my ^Dterritory And ^Bmall the things I de^Emserve For ^Cbeing such a ^Dgood girl honey

^GBecause of ^Bmyou, ^CI forgot the ^Dsmart ways to lie ^GBecause of ^Bmyou, I'm ^Crunning out of ^Dreasons to cry ^EmWhen the ^Bmfriends are ^Cgone ^DWhen the party's ^Emover ^CWe will still belong ^Dto each ^Coth^Der

^BbI love you more than all that's on the planet ^EbMovin', talkin', walkin', breathin' ^BbYou know it's true, oh baby it's so funny ^EbYou almost don't believe it ^BbAs every voice is hanging from the silence ^EbLamps are hanging from the ceiling ^BbLike a lady tied to her manners ^EbI'm tied up to this feeling