If I didn't have you... If I didn't have you to hold me tight, [If I didn't have you] If I didn't have you to lie with at night [when im feeling blue] If I didn't have you to share my side [share my sides], and to kiss me and dry my tears when I cry. Well I... really think that I would... have somebody else.
[If I didn't have you] If I didn't have you someone else would do. Your love is one in a million. [One in a million] You couldn't buy it at any price. [Not buy love] But of the nine point nine nine nine hundred thousand other possible loves. Statistically some of them would be equally nice! [Equally nice!] Or maybe not as nice, but say, smarter than you or... dumber but better at sport or...tracing, I'm just saying I... [I really think that I would] Probably... [Have somebody else] Yeah...
[If I didn't have you] If I didn't have you someone else would do. [Someone else would surely do] And look: Im not undervaluing what we have when I say that given the role that chaos inevitably plays in the inheritably flawed notion of fate. Its obstruce to deduce that I found my soul-mate at the age of 17, its just mathematical unlikely that at a university at Perth I happened to stumble on the one girl on Earth specifically designed for me. And if I may conjecture any further objections love is nothing to do with destined perfection, the connection is strengthened, the affection only grows over time. Like a flower, Or a mushroom, Or a Guinea pig, Or a vine, Or a sponge, Or a bigotry... Or a banana.
And love is made more powerful by the ongoing drama of shared experience and the synergy of a kind of symbolic empathy or... Something. So I trust it goes without saying that I would feel really very sad. If tomorrow you were to fall off something really high, or catch something bad.
But I'm just saying. I dont think your special. I mean, I mean. I think your special. But you fall within a bell curve.
I mean. I, I'm just saying. I... [really think that I would...] probably [have somebody else]
I mean: I reckon it's pretty likely that if, for example, my first girlfriend, Jacky, hadn't dumped me after I kissed Winston's ex-girlfriend, Nia, back at Steff,s party, back in 1993. Enough variables would probably have been altered by the absence of that event to have meant the advent to mean a tangentle narrative in which we don't meet. Which is to say there exists a theoretical, hypothetical parallel life where what is is not as is and I am not your Husband and your not my Wife. And I am a stuntman, living in LA, married to a small blonde portuguese skier who, when she's not training, does abstract painting, practices yoga and brews her own beer. And really likes making home movies and suffers neck-down alopecia.
But with all my heart and all my mind I know one thing is true: I have just one life and just one love and, my love, that love is you. And if it wasn't for you baby [I really thing that I would] Probably. [Have somebody else.] Yeah.
[If I didn't have you] If I didnt have you do do do doo someone else would surely... do oo oo oo oo