Ellie Goulding – Under The Sheets Song Lyrics

About Ellie Goulding: Elena Jane Goulding born 30 December 1986 is an English singer and songwriter. Her career began when she met record producers Starsmith and Frankmusik, and she was later spotted by Jamie Lillywhite, who later became her manager and A&R. After signing to Polydor Records in July 2009, Goulding released her debut extended play, An Introduction to Ellie Goulding later that year.

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Lyrics:

Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys, boys [x2] You left a blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door Like all the boys before,
Like all the boys before This is our luck baby, running out
Our clothes were never off
We still have our roads to run about
To scale the map, scale the map,
To get us back on track I’ve seen you in a fight you lost,
I’ve seen you in a fight We’re under the sheets
And you’re killing me
In our house made of paper,
Your words all over me
We’re under the sheets
And you’re killing me Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys, boys [x2] In here the world won’t bring us down
Our plan is gold dust
Out there a lonely girl could drown
In here we’re frozen Where did the people go?
My hands are empty
You’re not the answer I should know
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before We’re under the sheets
And you’re killing me
In our house made of paper,
Your words all over me
We’re under the sheets
And you’re killing me We’re in a mess baby,
We’re in a mess babe
Your more is less babe
(Oh, oh)
We’re in a mess baby,
We’re in a mess babe
Your more is less babe
(Oh, oh)
We’re under the sheets
And you’re killing me
In our house made of paper,
And your words all over me
We’re under the sheets
And you’re killing me
(I’ve seen you in a fight you lost)
Like all the boys before,
Like all the boys before We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me,
In our house made of paper, your words all over me,
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me,
(I’ve seen you in a fight you lost)
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before,
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me,
In our house made of paper, your words all over me,
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me,
(Oh you’re killin me, your killin me!) We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me,
In our house made of paper, your words all over me,
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me.
(Killing me, killing me, killing me.)
Killing me, killing me, killing me.