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, yeah.
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Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely.
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She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
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Do, do, do, do do
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She's so high, high above me.
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A 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 ever really offer?
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She's perfect as she can be,
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why should I even bother --- Aha
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Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely
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she's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
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Do, do, do, do do
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she's so high, 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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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, yeah yeah yeah
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Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely
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she's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
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Oh yeah yeah yeah
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she's so high, high above me.
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She's So High Above Me
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