Empty, de Janet Jackson.

(One, Two)

(One, Two, Three, Four)


How could it be
That you know me
My deepest fears
My fantasies
Confide in you
What no one knows
But it feels so good

When I close my eyes
(I can see your face)
When I lick my lips
(I can taste your smile)
When I see your name
(My heart starts to race)
If I can't read your thoughts
(Then I feel empty)

Is this a new
Way to love?
Never face to face
Is it enough?

Does it really count
Or am I a fool?
So tell me please
Am I wasting my time?

Your phrases
Descriptive
And though the textured words
With beauty
You post it
And use such colored verbes
We've never meet

I'm rushin' home
To turn you on
Sometimes you're there
Sometimes you're gone
Wait for hours
For your return
So tell me please
Am I wasting my time?

Your phrases
Descriptive
And though the textured words
With beauty
You post it
And use such colored verbes
So tell me
You think that
Maybe we're gone insane
To find a, a lover
And thought the words of pain
We never meet...