Not lambs comming for Madonna when Mimi is about to cancel her album and the desperation is gonna make her drive an old truck with all her cassets in the back trying to sell them at .49 cents like the good old times.
I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the rush of your skin
I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out
I breathe in
If I could walk on water
I could tell you what's next
I could make you believe
So you won't forget
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire with the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love
