I bet your eyes aren’t really that blue, I think they’ve
been airbrushed in by an artist who doesn’t care.
And I bet your hair isn’t really that blonde, but isn’t
it the way we wanted it to be.
And I bet you don’t usually smile that much, especially
with some one like me.
And I bet you really sweat, but none of this is what I
want to say to you.
I don’t want to be dancing with the wallflower, I want
you cause you've got painted toenails.
My tired arms ache just to hold you now.
I don’t believe that you are still a virgin, so what say
we get a little closer.
Come with me I'll take you on an airplane now.
And London from above at night will look like a billion
And you face will glow red at the sunrise,
And god knows I really want to travel and god knows I
really want to start anew,
And god knows, god knows, god knows.