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
.