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 nothin's going to happen
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Cause she's so high
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High above me
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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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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
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Cause she's so high
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High above me
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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 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
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That anything should happen
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I know where I belong
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And nothin's going to happen
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Cause she's so high
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High above me
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She's so lovely
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She's so high
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Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aprhodite
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