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]
[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...]
[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]
[Have somebody else.]
[If I didn't have you]
If I didnt have you do do do doo someone else would surely... do oo oo oo oo