Disclaimer-I don't own Passions nor the song
If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time
Or
Hey Leonardo, She Likes Me For Me
"Pookie!" An annoying voice rang through the house.
"Yes, dearest?" Julian called back dully.
"Time to come up to bed!"
"Oh, not now, Rebecca," Julian answered.
"Pookie, you are my husband. Unless you want me to spill the beans on you and Eve, you get up here right now!"
"Give me ten minutes, dearest," Julian called back.
"That's all, darling!"
Julian sighed and leaned over for the radio. Maybe getting a song stuck in his head would help him though this.
He turned it on.
"And we are still taking requests!" the DJ said. "If you want to dedicate a song, call us at 555-8382. That's 555-8382." The station's jingle played, and another song came on.
"Why not?" Julian muttered, and picked up the phone.
The girl stood at the side of the road. Eve's car was due at any moment.
"There she is!" she said in singsong. "Poor girl, she needs to unwind from her hard day. Maybe some music will help." She snapped her fingers.
Suddenly, Eve felt like listening to music. She turned on the radio.
"-Julian, and I'd like to dedicate a song."
She perked at the name "Julian".
"I'd like to request "If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time" by R. Kelly, and I want to dedicate it to my ex-girlfriend, Eve."
"We have lots of lost love this evening!" the DJ commented. "Well, you got it!"
The jingle played, and then the soft introduction came on.
How did I ever let you slip away
Never knowing I'd be singing this song someday?
And I won't sink in, sink into your eyes no more
Ever since you closed the door
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darling, you would still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then, darling, you, you'd still be mine
Funny, funny how time goes by
And blessings are missed in the wink of an eye
Whoa, why, oh why, oh why should one have to go on suffering
When everyday I breathe, "Please come back to me"?
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then, my darling, you, you would be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then, my darling, you'd still be mine
And you had enough love for the both of us
But I, I, I did you wrong
I admit I did
Now, I'm facing the rest of my life alone
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then, my darling, you, you would be mine
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then, my darling, you would still be mine
Oh, I'd never hurt you (If I could turn back)
Never do you wrong (If I could turn back)
And never leave your side (If I could turn)
Turn back the hand
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If I (If I could turn back)
Could just turn back that little clock on the wall (If I could turn back)
Then I'd come to realize (If I could)
Just how much I (Turn back the hand)
Love you (If I could turn back)
Love you (If I could turn back)
Love you (If I could turn back)
Love you (The hand)
Love you (If I could turn back)
(If I)
Her reaction was much like Whitney's. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the song ended.
She stopped at a red light. To the right lay her home and TC Russell. To the left lay the mansion and Julian Crane.
As the light turned green, she knew which direction to take.
Julian was about to head upstairs when there was a knock on the front door.
Phyllis went for the door, but Julian stopped her by grabbing her arm. "I'll get it. You look after Little Ethan."
"Yes, Mr. Crane," Phyllis said, bobbing a curtsy and going up the stairs.
Julian opened the door.
"Eve?!"
"I heard the song," she said quietly.
"Oh, I…" But words failed him.
"Feel like going back to 1980?"
"What are…"
But Eve cut him off as she grabbed his suit collar, pulled him toward her, and kissed him.
"Pooki-"
She don't care about my car
Rebecca was cut off as the song from the radio came on at full blast.
She ran down the stairs. "Julian!"
But he wasn't there, and the door was wide open, and there were two sets of footprints leading outside in the snow.
And she don't care about my money
And that's real good, 'cause I don't got a lot to spend
But if I did, it wouldn't mean nothing
She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Bedford
With the charm of Robert Redford
Oozing out my ears
What she sees are my boasts and in-decisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed
She don't care about my big-screen
My collection of DVDs
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus, she don't watch too much TV
And she don't care that I could fly her
To places she ain't never been
If she really wants to go, I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when
She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in Fargo
I think his name is V
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her
Once again
And I'm so glad I found her
Once again
Yeah, I'm so glad I found her
Once again
Gazing at the ceiling
As we entertain our feelings
In the dark
The things that we're afraid of
Have got to show us what we're made of
In the end
She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Papa Ratti
Or because I'm such a hottie
Ha
I like her for her
Not because she phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me?
Must be something there that I don't see
I don't see
She likes me for me
Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carey
I'm like the cable guy
What she sees is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
(She likes me for me)
Found her once again
(She likes me for me)
Once again
(She likes me for me)
Yeah, I'm so glad I found her once again
Rebecca shook in her deer-colored silk bathrobe. "A backbone is going to cost you, Pookie," she said. "Dearly."