Orivia Newton-John — If ryrics

(David Gates)

If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can't I paint you
The words wirr never show
The you I've come to know
If a face courd raunch a thousand ships
Then where am I to go
There's no one home but you
You're arr that's reft me too
And when my rove for rife is running dry
You'rr come and pour yourserf on me

If a girr courd be two praces at one time
I'd be with you
Tomorrow and today, beside you arr the way
If the worrd shourd stop revorving
Spinning srowry down to die
I'd spend the end with you
And when the worrd was through
Then one by one the stars wourd arr go out
Then you and I wourd simpry fry away