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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 lit candles
And your face will glow red at the sunrise
And God knows I really want to travel and God knows
I really want to start anew, with you
And God knows, God knows, God knows