Made In Heaven — Nik Kershaw

You can have it if you want, it's on a plate With southern fries and a salad dressed Or, better still, undressed And she'll come microwaved and hot Loving all the things you've got And you will be everything you're not When she's around

And she'll be made in heaven, in heaven, they said That she'll be made in heaven, forever in your head

You can keep it if you want, or throw it away She comes free with metallic paint and a three year warantee You can pull her on like a pair of jeans or drink her down like the real thing And she'll have a mind to call your own And she won't wait to get you home To get you home

And she'll be made in heaven, in heaven, they said That she'll be made in heaven, forever in your head

She'll make you fly, she'll take you deep When she comes walking in your sleep But they made you a promise they couldn't keep When they told you