Nothing Is Real But the Girl Blondie

[Verse 1]
Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice
It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies
Who needs it?

[Chorus]
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real but her

[Bridge]
Money goes to money in a figure eight around me
Money
Who's going to love me if I liquidate and drown me?

[Chorus]
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing else feels solid

[Verse 2]
We believe in love
We believe in little things like Heaven up above and seven
It's a lucky number!
We believe that something lives inside every thing there is
Don't think about it much
I mean it
I believe it
I believe it