Dating over your head, and enjoying the altitude.
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Irene
She’s got the wind in her hair
She’s got the world at her feet
I got permission to stare
She knows my favorite parts are in between
And so
I do the scene with Irene
She’s like a breath of fresh air
She’s like a drink with a kick
She lives her life with a flair
But she gives me space to do my shtick
And so
I play the scene with Irene
When I’m out with Irene, it’s almost like a dream
Or a scene
From a Simon play, the perfect day,
The dialogue supreme
And then Wham! I look and there I am
The lucky leading man am I
The nervous guy
The one without the tan
Solo
I’m talkin Irene, referring to the queen
I mean, she’s a holiday, a Faberge,
A diamond left pristine
Then Wham! I look and there I am
Our lucky leading man is me
Reality is right her holding my hand
So what you want me to say?
She says that I’m kinda cute
I try to keep it that way
Yeah I could fall but dig this altitude
Till then
I do the scene with Irene
I play my scenes with Irene
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