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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 And I don't mind if papa cares Or even if my mama stares Step right in, look right through 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 And I got you I got you under my kiss And I got you over my lips And I got you under my skin Picture this through cherry bloom Such a crime becoming two When firecrackers shoot my mind Into such a spin I cry from All these secrets We have shaded You helped make them I helped play it Over and over in my mind I beg you get to think the way I do And I got you I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin And I got you I got you under my kiss And I got you over my lips And I got you under my skin And I got you I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin Come on dance Come on dance Ye-hoo Come on dance Come on dance Ye-hoo Kick those shoes off Comb that hair Ye-hoo, Ye-hooooo 1, 2, 3 I'm becoming me I got you I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin And I got you I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin And I got you I got you under my kiss And I got you over my lips And I got you under my skin And I got you I got you under my skin I got you over my grin I got you under my skin |