Ché:
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 don't care if they love you
It's been done before
You 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
No one else can fill it like I can