"She's blood, flesh and boneNo tucks or siliconeShe's touch, smell, sight, taste and soundBut somehow I can't believeThat anything should happenI know where I belongAnd nothing's gonna happen"
I think this is pretty self explanatory. I really wish I could get over her. She's painfully cute... downright adorable, really.
"What could a guy like me ever really offer?She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother?"
It's just really painful, but I'm used to it. I also have friends and family telling me I'm a great guy and I'm sure to meet someone. I may be great, but that doesn't mean I'm good enough. Love is so painful.
"'Cause she's so highHigh above me, she's so lovelyShe's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or AphroditeShe's so high, high above me."
So this song was playing on the radio when I dropped her off tonight. Touché Mr. Universe, touché.
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