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
You were just a backstreet 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
It's 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"
That's good to hear
But... unimportant
My story's quite usual
"Local girl"
"Makes good, weds famous man"
I was stuck
In the right place
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
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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