She says 'What do you call love?'
well I call it Harry
Oh, please I’m being serious what do you call love
Well I don’t call it family, and I don’t call it lust
and as we all know marriage isn’t a must
And I suppose in the end it’s a matter of trust
if I had to I’d call love time
She says, What do you call love? Can’t you be more specific
What do you call love? Is it more than the heart’s hieroglyphic
Well for me time has no meaning
no future, no past
and when you’re in love you don’t have to ask
There’s never enough time to hold love in your grasp
turning time around
Turning time around – that is what love is
Turning time around – yes, that is what love is
My time is your time when you’re in love
and time is what you never have enough of
You can’t see or hold it it’s exactly like love
Turning time around
turning time around
Turning time around
turning time around
Turning time around
well I gotta have it
I gotta-gotta-gotta have it
Turning, turning time around
gotta have it, turning time around
Turning, turning time around
turning time around
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