Yes, I miss you
Whitney Houston

I love the, the Lord
He heard my cry
And pitied every groan
Long as I, I live
And troubles rise
I hasten to

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Oh, I love the Lord (I love the Lord)
I sure do, surely do love the Lord
He heard, he heard my cry (he heard my cry)
And pitied every groan, yes he did (and pitied every groan)
Every, every groan
Long as I live, long as I, I live (long as I live)
And troubles rise, troubles rise (and troubles rise)

(To, to, to, to) one of my
(To, to, to, to) one of my favorite things
(To, to, to, to)
(To, to, to, to) one of my favorite things
Was when Whitney would call me or I would call Whitney
She would simply sing her "Hello"

"Hello, Bebe, my brother"
And I would just simply return
"Hello, Whitney, my sister"
"Hello, Bebe, my brother"
And I would just simply return
"Hello, Whitney, my sister"
And so I, I, I miss those phone calls
No matter what we talked about
The fact that we sung it to each other is what I miss the most
Yes, I miss you, Whitney Houston

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Writer(s): Richard Lee Smallwood