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