Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS! The song was written by Tal Bachman, Joss owns Spike and Caritas, DON'T SUE!!!!!
I dropped in to that little hellhole Angel sent me to. The poof said I needed to go to this place to find out what to do with my bloody un-life. Yeah, yeah whatever I said. I came anyway. I suppose with Buffy gone I had nothing better do. So I wobbled my weak little self on down to this place, Caritas, and I found out that the demon would only read my bloody aura if I got up there and sang. What? Did he think I was a poofter like Angel? But eventually I gave in. It's bloody official, I'm a bloody POOFTER!!! I looked at the list, this one song stood out, I KNEW that I had to perform it, for Buffy, for me. It was "She's So High"
She's So High
(T. Bachman)She's blood, 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
(Chorus)
'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 and 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?
(Chorus)
She calls 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 nothing's gonna happen
(Chorus)
I got the loudest applause I've ever gotten. The Host (That's the soddin' idiot that made me get up on the stupid stage and sing in the first place) just told me that good things were in store and I was in good hands at the Hyperion. Good for me. Then he said one last thing that really freaked me out.
"She loves you Spike."