I bet your eyes aren’t really that blue, I think they’ve been
airbrushedin by an artist who doesn’t care. And I bet your hair
isn’t really that blonde, but isn’t it the way wewanted 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’vegot 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 littlecloser. 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 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,with you, And god
knows, god knows, god knows.