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