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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 someone 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 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.