Madonna

Poor is the man Whose pleasures depend On the permission of another.

You're frozen when your heart's not open.

If it's against the law, arrest me. If you can handle it, undress me!

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

Do you believe in Rock 'n' Roll And can music save your mortal soul?

Love is a bird She needs to fly.

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?

Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away.

Who needs the sun, when the rain's so full of life Who needs the sky It's here in your arms I want to be buried You are my sanctuary.