| Under here, you just take my breath away
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| Under here, the water flows over my head
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| I can hear the little fishes
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| Under here whispering your most terrible name
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| Under here, they’ve given me starfish for eyes
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| And your head is a big red balloon
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| Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest
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| Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats
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| And yes, you take my breath away
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| Look at my hair, as it waves and waves
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| Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair
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| Silver, it is, and filled with silver bubbles
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| Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud
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| And under here my dreams are made of water
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| And, Sir, you just take my breath away
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| For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high
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| With stones and I cannot breathe
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| And tiny little fishes enter me Under here, I am made ready
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| And under here, I am washed clean
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| And I glow with the greatness of my hate for you |