Che: High flying adored
You were just a backstreet girl
High flying adored!
High flying adored!
There are no mysteries now,
High flying adored!
You won't thrill if they love you,
I was slap in the right place
so young, the instant queen.
A rich, beautiful thing
of all the talents a cross between
a fantasy of the bedroom
and a saint.
hustling and fighting
scratching and biting
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 its a long long way to fall.
What happens now where do you go from here? So what happens now..where am I going to? ^_^
For someone on top of the world
the view is not exactly clear.
A shame you did it all at twentysix.
nothing can thrill you
noone fulfill you.
I hope you come to terms with boredom.
So famous so easily, so soon,
its not the wisest thing to be.
its 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.
That's good to hear, but unimportant.
My story's quite usual:
Local girl makes good weds famous man.
at the perfect time
filled a gap, I was lucky.
But one thing I'll say for me
no one else can fill it like I can.