Heard this song in the Volvo loaner (which has a fancy radio that tells you which song is playing, of course) today:
How I wish you could see the potential,
the potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound but,
in a language that you can't read.
Just yet.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
And it reminded me of a conversation I had last week with friends about the book The Five Love Languages. Turns out, all three of us are the same: Our primary love languages are physical touch and quality time -- the latter of which, it seems, this song is about:
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.
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