orlando pops orchestra
high flying, adored [from evita]
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 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, 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 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 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