She's So High Above Me

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, yeah. Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely. She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite Do, do, do, do do She's so high, high above me. A 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 --- Aha