justify my love

I wanna kiss you in Paris.
I wanna hold your hand in Rome.
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm.
Make love in a train cross-country.
You put this in me... So now what, so now what?

|Wanting, needing, waiting _For you to justify my love.|

|Hoping, praying _For you to justify my love.|

I want to know you... Not like that...
I don't wanna be your mother.
I don't wanna be your sister either.
I just wanna be your lover.
I wanna be your baby.
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me.

|Yearning, burning _For you to justify my love.|

What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?
Talk to me ____tell me your dreams.
Am I in them?

Tell me your fears ____Are you scared?
Tell me your stories.
I'm not afraid of who you are

We can fly!

_Poor is the man Whose pleasures depend On the permission of another_*

Love me, that's right, love me _I wanna be your baby...

I'm open and ready _For you to justify my love. To justify my love...

|Wanting, to justify. Waiting, to justify my love. Praying, to justify...
To justify my love.
I'm open, to justify my love.|


Madonna

...Oh Summer! Sweet Summer...



_'Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.'_ ;)