High flying, adoredSo young, the instant queenA rich, beautiful thingOf all the talentsAcross betweenA fantasy of the bedroomAnd a saintYou were just a backstreet girlHustling and fightingScratching and bitingHigh flying, adoredDid you believeIn your wildest momentsAll this would be yoursThat you'd becomeThe lady of them all?Were there stars in your eyeswhen you crawled in at nightFrom the bars, from the sidewalksFrom the gutter-the-atrical?Don't look downIt's a long, long way to fallHigh flying, adoredWhat happens now?Where do you go from here?For someone on top of the worldThe view is not exactly clearA shame you did it allAt twentysixThere are no mysteries nowNothing can thrill youNo one fulfill youHigh flying, adoredI hope you come to terms with boredom />So famous, so easilySo soon is not the wisest thing to beYou won't care if they love youIt's been done beforeYou'll despair if they hate youYou'll be drained of all energyAll the young who've made itWould agreeHigh flying, adoredThat's good to hearBut unimportantMy story's quite usual:Local girl makes goodWeds famous manI was slap in the right placeAt the perfect timeFilled a gap - I was luckyBut one thing I say for meNo one else can fill itLike I can