Toeval of...

Officiële post 30 mei 2012

Elke keer als ik dit nummer hoor, weet ik het nog steeds niet. Was het nou puur toeval, een teken of was het uitgekiend??? Keine Ahnung. ( dus aanstichter, als je stiekem voorbij komt op mijn log. Vertel!!!!) Gedachtenkronkels genoeg. Maar elke keer word ik er ook weer zo blij van!

She's blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound
But somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen, yeah.

Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely.
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
Do, do, do, do do
She's so high, high above me.

A first class and fancy free,
She's high society,
She's got the best of everything.
What could a guy like me ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be,
Why should I even bother --- Aha

Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
Do, do, do, do do
She's so high, high above me

She comes to speak to me,
I freeze immediately,
Cause what she says sounds so unreal,
Somehow I can't believe,
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen, yeah ah ah

Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
Oh yeah ah ah
She's so high, high above me, oh yeah