Under my skin Guess I should warn you That this house is haunted Though I look away You know I watch your shadow play Hey... Don't forget my love Don't forget my
I wish it would rain, yo gimmie starlit skies for dreamland I know it's really smaller than it seems but when the pressure gets under my skin I just
they've been missing turn your jukebox up the song we play will blow the system no ones been, no ones been the cherry in that eye and it's burning under my skin
many women too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill play to kill I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will I'm like evil I get under your skin Just like
Too many women with too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Yeah I'm like evil, I get under your skin
play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Yeah I?m like evil, I get under
my nigga, don't cry I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental So piss off my pencil, and I blast
Lookin at me all like she really won do it Tryna put it on me till my balls black an blueish Ya wanna play wit ah playa girl then play on Strip out the
talking about my life You're only wasting your own time If I want to wear lingere outside of my clothes If I want to be erotic in my own videos If I
a heaven I could not see... Beyond my wildest fantasies Throwing sixes over deadly sin I traded whose who played to win Skin for precious kin... And
see in your eyes How many years have we played out this game Every time we come close the answer's always the same I guess some souls get restless under the skin
mics for people of all types, call the cavalry. My brutality! Switch the pitch gradually. Aqua! Turntable knocka fresh like binocca. Jot the thoughts in my
a god pickney shut it ago fit you Now trouble take you lord a god duppy track it well fit you I just love how the champion sound Keep playing - keep playing
bebe I'd never say no to you When I heard your song I knew your name should be changed Everybody ought to call you bebe le strange Under my skin you've got my
my name The wind is calling India India India It's a typical Savannah day So I take my guitar to the park and I play Sitting up under the live oak tree
with eyes so blue and skin so fair OH GOD can it be my babys staring up at me OH GOD its my mandy my baby made the grade of a harlot with the smell of
Say 'yeah, yeah, yeah' you're under my skin I got butterflies within Ohhhh! I think I like you! Will you be my medicine man? Put your hand on my chest