She whispers to me,nshe whispers with secrets to me,nand I feel her breath as it brushes my cheek,nher voice is the only sound I hear.nnAnd if I don't move,nshe pulls me off my bed, nand she makes me dance to the songs in my headnand it's late,nbut please just sing it again.nnShe's under my skin.nShe's under my skin.nnAnd if I say no,nshe kisses the scar on my chin,nand before I can speak,nwe dance again,nwe turn, we spin right out of control.nnWherever she goes,nshe carries a smile in her hand,nlike a thief, she'll steal any grinnthat she can.nAnd I watch, I wait to see her again.nnShe's under my skinnShe's under my skinnShe's under my skinnShe's under my skinnUnder my skin