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 going to happen, yeah.

'Cause she's so high...

high above me,

she's so lovely.

She's so high...

like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite.

Doo doo doo doo doo.

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.

Doo doo doo doo doo.

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 nothing's going to happen, yeah, yeah, yeah!

'Cause she's so high...

high above me,

she's so lovely.

She's so high...

like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite.

Oh, yeah.

She's so high...

high above me.