She's So High
(T. 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 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?

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

© 1998 Bachman & Sons Music Publishing/EMI-Blackwood Music (BMI)