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.