High
flying a door,
so young
The instant queen, a rich beautiful thing
Of all the talents,
a cross between
A fantasy of the bedroom
And a saint
And you were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting,
scratching and biting High flying a door,
did you believe
In your wildest moment, oh 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 a door,
what happens now Where do you go from here
For someone on top of the world The view's not exactly clear
A shame you did it all at 26 There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you,
no one fulfill you High flying a door,
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 a door,
I've been called names But they're the strangest,
my story's quite
usual Local girl makes good with famous men
I was slapped in the right place At the perfect time
One thing I'll say for me
No one else can fill it like I can