Think About It

Wipers

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

Composição: Greg Sage