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She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal

She's the cool cat that stole the cream
She's got a starring role in the perfect dream
She's hot to trot, she's cool, but hot
Zips from head to toe, she uncovers the lot
She's got a magic garden that's in full bloom
She's a magician, she eats mushrooms
She's a bubble floating 'round in a bubble machine
She's a shaft of gold, if you know what I mean

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She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal

She's a puzzle, but there is no answer to find
Her clues are cryptic, you know the kind
She likes to turn me in, has my interests at heart
Tunes me in, turns me on, and kickstart!
She's a goddess, the devil, the inbetween
She's the blood in my veins, she's the heart of my scene
She makes me feel like a deranged hippie
Watching her drift, you know, it's kinda trippy

She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal

She's got a fine line in sophistication
She knocks me out cold for the duration
Maybe I'm hallucinating, maybe she's unreal
But when she comes and makes my day, I know it's the real deal
And though it seems like a dream, she reminds me I'm alive
I can see, feel, smell, touch, sure I'm alive
Cosmic goddess, la belle lovechild
Of Brian Jones and Barbarella, man, she's wild

She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal

When she's in hoop stockings, really does my head
I know I've got to have her or I know that I'm dead
She's a cruise on the clutch, man, she's too much
I should frame her and mark her, "please don't touch"
She's drifting through, she's a cloud passing by
She's a streamlined cocktail bar in the sky
Spikes her rain with champagne
"It's snowing, Charles", and she's illing again

She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal
She's surreal
She's so surreal
She's so surreal

Writer(s): RICHARD PAUL MARCH, CLINTON DARRYL MANSELL, ADAM MOLE, GRAHAM CHARLES CRABB

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