| You’re a dead ringer for Venus Di Milo
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| High on a pedestal out of reach
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| But in just a few words that you spoke I knew
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| You were more than a thing of beauty
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| I finally see you in the right light
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| You’re more than heavenly sight
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| Not just Renoir on the wall
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| Or a statue in a marble hall
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| You’re not just another pretty face
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| That’s what I love most of all
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| If I didn’t know you better I’d swear you were a blank page
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| Without a heartbeat in your rib cage
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| To every other guy you’re just a five star
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| Pure pleasure sealed in a jar
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| I finally see you in the right light
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| You’re more than heavenly sight
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| Not just Renoir on the wall
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| Or a statue in a marble hall
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| You’re not just another pretty face
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| That’s what I love most of all
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| I can see the light beyond your sea-green eyes
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| The heat beneath your porcelain skin
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| Once I thought you were just a piece of art
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| But now I know you’re a living and breathing woman
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| You’re so much more than a heavenly sight
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| Not just Renoir on the wall
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| Or a statue in a marble hall
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| You’re not just another pretty face
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| That’s what I love most of all |