Tal Bachman

She's blood flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She's touch, smell, sight, taste, and sound
But somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothin's going to happen
Cause she's so high
High above me
She's so lovely
She's so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
d-d-d-da da
she's so high-- high above me
First class and fancy free
She's High Society
She's got the best of everything
What could a guy like me ever really offer
She's perfect as she can be
Why should I even bother
Cause she's so high
High above me
She's so lovely
She's so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She's so high
High above me
She calls to speak to me
I freeze immediately
Cause what she says sounds so unreal
Cause somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothin's going to happen
hey-hey yeah yeah
Cause she's so high
High above me
She's so lovely
She's so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aprhodite
oh yeh - yehh
she's so high
high above me