(Che:) 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
(Eva:) 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 Noone else can fill it like I can
lyrics by Tim Rice, music by Andrew Lloyd Webber vocals by Antonio Banderas and Madonna
