Yes, I miss you Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston. I loved the Lord, He heard my cry And His teeth and greed grow As long as I, I live And troubles rise I am hasten You, you, you, you Showing a new love, Lord I'll show you Showing a new love, Lord He heard He heard my cry And His teeth and greed grow As long as I, I live And troubles rise As long as I, I live And troubles rise One of my favorite things Was when Whitney would call me Or I would call Whitney She would simply sing her hello Hello, Whitney, my brother I would just simply return Hello, Whitney, my sister Hello, Whitney, my brother 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