歌词
作词 : Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice
作曲 : Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice
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 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 the 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 dried 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 slap 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