T. Bachman
She's So High

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 nothing`s gonna happen

`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

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?

(nakarat)

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 nothing`s gonna happen

(nakarat)