Thank you for this one, Kirsty :-) Chakotay-to-Kathryn
She's fly, 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, yeah
Cause she's so high, high above me,
she's so lovely
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc
Or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me...
First class so 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 her, ah ha
Cause she's so high, high above me,
she's so lovely
She's so high like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc
Or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me...
She comes to speak to me, I freeze immediately
Cause what she says sounds so unreal
Cause somehow I can't believe, that anything should happen
I know where I belong, and nothin's gonna happen
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
She's so high, high above me...
"I think that its mainly the chorus that gets me (She's so high/High above me/She's so lovely). It just seems to fit (perceived) C to J. Maybe that's just my fevered imagination, but the first time I heard it (as a promo for a Joan of Arc show) I thought of J/C."
~ Kirsty
