Besedila: Madonna. Erotica. Secret Garden.

In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall

You plant the seed and I'll watch it grow
I wonder when I'll start to show
I wonder if I'll ever know
Where my place is, where my face is

I know it's in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answer's hiding somewhere
In my secret garden

There's a petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden

A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

If I wait for the rain
To kiss me and undress me
Will I look like a fool, wet and a mess
Will I still be thirsty, will I pass the test

And if I look for the rainbow
Will I see it or will it pass right by
'Cause I'm not supposed to see
'Cause the blind are never free

Even at my secret garden
There's a chance that I could harden
That's why I'll keep on looking

For a petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden

A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

I still believe, I still believe
'Cause after all is said and done, I'm still alive
And the boots have come and trampled on me
And I'm still alive

'Cause the sun has kissed me and caressed me
And I'm strong and there's a chance
That I will grow, this I know
So I'm still looking for

A petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
It's in my secret garden

A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

Somewhere in fountain blue
Lies my secret garden