Piénsalo

Wipers

Think About It

I get the chills
Thinking about it
All these people
With no lives
'Cause their beauty
Is only skin deep
But they never

Think about it
Think about it
Think about it
Think about it

I get the chills
When your near me
Could we open
Any doors?
It's just your fear
That keeps you distant
When they make you

Think about it
Think about it
Think about it
Aah

I get the chills
Thinking about it
All these poor people
With no lives
'Cause their beauty
Is only skin deep
But they never

Think about it
Think about it
Think about it
Think about it

Piénsalo

Me pongo la piel de gallina
Pensando en ello
Toda esta gente
Sin vida
Porque su belleza
Es solo superficial
Pero nunca

Piensan en ello
Piensan en ello
Piensan en ello
Piensan en ello

Me pongo la piel de gallina
Cuando estás cerca de mí
¿Podríamos abrir
Alguna puerta?
Es solo tu miedo
Lo que te mantiene distante
Cuando te hacen

Piensar en ello
Piensar en ello
Piensar en ello
Aah

Me pongo la piel de gallina
Pensando en ello
Toda esta gente pobre
Sin vida
Porque su belleza
Es solo superficial
Pero nunca

Piensan en ello
Piensan en ello
Piensan en ello
Piensan en ello

Escrita por: Greg Sage