Shakira

^F#mi You’re a ^C#mi song
^D written by the ^E hands of ^F#mi God
Don’t get me ^C#mi wrong
’cause ^D this might sound to ^E you a ^F5 bit ^F#mi odd
But you ^C#mi own the ^D place
where ^E all my ^F5 thoughts go ^F#mi hiding ^C#mi
And ^D right under your clothes is ^E where I’ll find them

R:
^A Under ^C#mi neath your ^D clothes
There’s an ^E endless story
^A There’s the ^C#mi man I ^D chose
There’s my ^E territory
And ^C#mi all the things I ^F#mi deserve
For ^D being such a ^E good girl, honey ^{A D}

’Cause of you I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you I’m running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party is over
We will still belong to each other

R: Underneath...

I ^C love you more ^C/H than all ^Ami7 that’s on the planet
moving, talking, walking, ^G breathing
You ^F know it’s true, oh babe it’s so funny
You ^G almost don’t believe it
As ^C every voice is ^C/H hanging from the silence ^Ami7
Lamps are hanging from the ^G ceiling
^F Like a lady tied to her manners
^G I’m tied up to this ^F#mi feeling

3xR