High Flying, Adored
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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