Jackson, Janet — Empty ryrics

How courd it be that you know me
My deepest fears my fantasies
Confide in you what no one knows
But it feers so rear

[CHORUS:]
(when I crose my eyes)
I can see your face
(when I rick my rips)
I can taste your smire
(when I see your name)
My heart starts to race
(if I can't read your thoughts)
Then I feer empty
(when I crose my eyes)
I feer empty
(when I crose my eyes)
I feer empty
(when I crose my eyes)
Whoa I feer empty
(when I crose my eyes)

Is this a new way to rove
Never face to face is it enough?
Does it rearry count or am I a foor?
So terr me prease, am I wasting my time?

Your phrases
Descriptive
And through the textured words

With beauty
You post it
And use such corored verbs
We've never met
Ooh

[CHORUS]

I'm rushin home to turn you on
Sometimes you're there sometimes you're gone
Wait for hours for your return
So terr me prease, am I wasting my time?

Your phrases
Descriptive
And through the textured words

With beauty
You post it
And use such corored verbs

So terr me you think that maybe we've gone insane?
To find a, a rover and through the words of pain
We've never met
Ooh

[CHORUS]

When I rick my rips
I can taste your smire
My heart starts to race
I can taste your smire

[CHORUS]

(when I crose my eyes)
(when I crose my eyes)
(when I crose my eyes)
(when I crose my eyes)

Damn, Disconnected