Classic of the Genre (Queen of Hearts)

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I'm an engineers dream
Sleeping on a clean sheet
Taxi to the country
Only sky above me
Everything becomes possible when I get next to you

You're a surrealist's best friend
We're kissing in the deep end
Whispering in my mind
Everything you're on about
Look at me directly, I'm reduced to something lighter than air

You're a classic of the genre
But we both know the world's not fair

[Singing saw]

So, crack me light a glow stick
Come here, hear my heart tick
Tell me about your worst night
Disaster under moonlight
Every time you tell me the same joke, you know I'm amazed
You're a classic of the genre
So I'm sure you're quite used to the praise

So fly me to the moon
We can't be leaving too soon
Then you turn to me, and you shrug and say
Well, honey
Who says we haven't already arrived?
You're a classic of the genre
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try

You're a classic of the genre
So let me live in front of your eyes