:01:03
% inside her shell %
:01:08
% She who always seems
so happy in a crowd %
:01:13
% Whose eyes can be
so private and so proud %
:01:16
% No one's allowed
to see them when they cry %
:01:22
% She may be the love
that cannot hope to last %
:01:27
% May come to me
from shadows of the past %
:01:31
% That I'll remember till the day %
:01:34
% I die %
:01:36
% She may be the reason I survive %
:01:41
% The why and wherefore I'm alive %
:01:45
% The one I'll care for
through the rough %
:01:48
% And ready years %
:01:50
% Me, I'll take her laughter
and her tears %
:01:55
% And make them all my souvenirs %
:01:59
% For where she goes I've got to be %
:02:02
% The meaning of my life is %
:02:05
% She %
:02:08
% She %
:02:14
% Oh, she %
:02:20
[ Man Narrating ]
Of course I've seen her films...
:02:20
[ Man Narrating ]
Of course I've seen her films...
:02:22
and always thought
she was, well, fabulous.
:02:24
But, you know, a million, million miles
from the world I live in...
:02:27
which is here, Notting Hill,
my favorite bit of London.
:02:32
There's the market on weekdays selling
every fruit and vegetable known to man.
:02:36
Rock hard bananas,
five for a pound!
:02:39
The tattoo parlor
with a guy outside who got drunk...
:02:42
and now can't remember
why he chose "I love Ken."
:02:45
The radical hairdressers
where everyone comes out
looking like the Cookie Monster,
:02:49
whether they want to or not.
:02:51
And then, suddenly,
it's the weekend,
:02:54
and from break of day hundreds
of stalls appear out of nowhere,
:02:56
filling Portobello Road,
right up to Notting Hill Gate.
:02:59
And wherever you look thousands of
people are buying millions of antiques,