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She's blood, flesh and bone |
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No tucks or silicone |
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She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound |
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But somehow I can't believe |
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That anything should happen |
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I know where I belong |
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And nothing's gonna happen |
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Yeah, yeah |
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'Cause she's so high... |
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High above me, she's so lovely |
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She's so high... |
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Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite |
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She's so high... |
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High above me |
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First class and fancy free |
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She's high society |
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She's got the best of everything |
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What could a guy like me |
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Ever really offer? |
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She's perfect as she can be |
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Why should I even bother? |
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'Cause she's so high... |
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High above me, she's so lovely |
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She's so high... |
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Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite |
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She's so high... |
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High above me |
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She comes to speak to me |
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I freeze immediately |
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'Cause what she says sounds so unreal |
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But somehow I can't believe |
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That anything should happen |
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I know where I belong |
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And nothing's gonna happen |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah |
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'Cause she's so high... |
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High above me, she's so lovely |
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She's so high... |
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Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite |
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She's so high... |
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High above me |
