Just think how easy it would be if we had Not just time on our (bends) hands but some in a bag We could for Instance if there's no time to spare Take out the bag (end) and use some up from in there
There's nothing I like more then anything else Better (then) than any dream You loving me me loving you To the extreme
What does it matter getting marks out of ten Numbers are pointless as far as you're concerned You couldn't measure how good you are for me It's not impossible although possibly I'm never surprised at the levels we've reached That's (bow) how it's (ifs) always been You loving me me loving you to the extreme
It's not the limit but as you well know If one exists then we passed it long ago so long ago
I make no apologies for this remark Dirtyor (net) not it's clean