| 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 that anything should happen
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| I know where I belong and nothing's gonna happen, 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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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
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| She's so high
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| High above me
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| First class, 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, why should I even bother? |
| Ah-ha
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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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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
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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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| 'Cause somehow I can't believe that anything should happen
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| I know where I belong and nothing's gonna happen
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| Yee-aah
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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
|
| Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
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| She's so high
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| High above me
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| High above me
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| High above me |