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 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
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 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 now 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
And now I got you, I got you under my skin, I got you over my grin, I got you under my skin
Ooh, Come on dance, come on dance yehoo, come on dance, come on dance yehoo
Kick those shoes off, come on dance yehoo, woooohhooo 1 2 3 and come to me
I got you, I got you under my skin, I got you over my grin, I got you under my skin
And now 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
And now I got you, I got you under my skin, I got you over my grin, I got you under my skin
Enjoy!