Honey why you're calling me, so late? Is everything ok? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud. Well, my girl's in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you, I guess we never really moved on. It's really good to hear your voice saying my name it sounds so sweet, coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words it makes me weak. And I never wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel. *
