She's blood flesh and bone tucks or silicone She's touch, smell, sight, taste, and sound But somehow I can't believe That anything should happen I know I belong And nothin's going to happen
Cause she's so 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-- above me
First class and fancy free She's High Society She's got the best 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 high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite She's so high High 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 happen I 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, of Arc, or Aprhodite oh yeh - yehh she's so high high above me