Wrapped

I keep every tear like an ocean
For every day that my fortune
Kept me from being with you
I cradle your faith that reveals me
Grows like a flower then heals me
Fills me with promise a new
I carry your worn disillusion
When my pathetic confusion
Kept me from speaking the truth
I’m simply a coin in your fountain
Lost like the seconds I’m counting
'Til I am closer to you
I cherish every morning that found us
With the night scattered around us
Faded and painting me blue
I carry your joy in my footsteps
Making my way to your harbor
Don’t need to go any farther
You are my sun and my moon
Wrapped in your arms where it’s a peaceful
Back in your arms where I’m happy
I would do anything gladly
Only to see you again
Wrapped in your arms I can wander
Out to the heavens above me
Hearing you say that you love me
Back in your arms where I’m free
I keep every phrase barely spoken
That from your lips may have broken free
As you give me your love
My yearning is constant and steady
When I’m with you I’m already
Everything I can become
I cherish every morning that found us
With the night scattered around us
Faded and painting me blue
I carry your joy in my footsteps
Making my way to your harbor
Don’t need to go any farther
You are my sun and my moon
Wrapped in your arms where it’s a peaceful
Back in your arms where I’m happy
I would do anything gladly
Only to see you again
Wrapped in your arms I can wander
Out to the heavens above me
Hearing you say that you love me
Back in your arms where I’m free
Wrapped in your arms where it’s a peaceful
Back in your arms where I’m happy
I would do anything gladly
Only to see you again
Wrapped in your arms I can wander
Out to the heavens above me
Hearing you say that you love me
Back in your arms where I’m free
Babe, I’ve got some good news!
What’s that?
Dick Clark called and asked if we wanted to do a number at the American Music
Awards.
You’re kidding, right?
No, I’m not. I told him yes.
You what?
I said yes.
Emilio, look at me.
I see you.
No.
Hear me out.
Absolutely not.
I think that it’s the perfect way to show them that we’re back.
It is not we! It’ll be me up there on that stage! Me, all alone,
and I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna hobble around up there, begging for
sympathy from everybody watching.
Sympathy?
Yes, that’s right! «Oh, poor Gloria! She’ll never be what she was before,
but look, pobrecita! Look how much courage she has to come up here and try to
sing!»
Babe!
I don’t think so!
Gloria, listen to me. If you don’t get on that stage-
I said no!