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 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.