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

Aaaah

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