High flying, adored, so young, the instant queen
a rich beautiful thing, of all the talents a cross between a
fantasy of the bedroom and a saint
And you were just a back street girl,
hustling and fighting, scratching and biting.
High flying, adored, did you believe in your wildest moments,
all this would be yours, that you`d become the lady of them all ?
Were there stars in your eyes when you crawled in at night,
from the bars, from the sidewalks, from the gutter theatrical ?
Don`t look down, it`s a long, long way to fall .
High flying, adored, what happens now, where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world, the view is not exactly clear,
a shame you did it all at twenty-six.
There are no mysteries now, nothing can thrill you, no one fulfill you.
High flying, adored, I hope you come to terms with boredom.
So famous, so easily, so soon, is not the wisest thing to be.
You won`t care if they love you, it`s been done before,
You`ll despair if they hate you, you`ll be drained of all energy,
all the young, who`ve made it would agree .
High flying, adored, I´ve been called names, but they`re the strangest,
my story`s quite usual, local girl, makes good, weds famous man.
I was slap in the right place at the perfect time,
filled the gap, I was lucky, but one thing I`ll say for me
no one else can fill it like I can.
