Casanovas -

Grass-stained jeans, ruby necklace

On my TV screen, or in my papers

I had never seen something like you

Every breath you drew

Filled my magazines and all the

Folk you knew said from limousines

That soon you would be…

On top of the world

Sequin skirt, dressed to masquerade in

Matched your silver shirt

Used to hide your delicate frame

And all the crooning caws crowed by casanovas

Kept your worried thoughts

Soft and gently hidden away

You were on top of the world

On top of the world

But how I knew it wasn’t true

I watched you every night, filmed by passers by

To your private drive

Living in the heights alone so alone

And how at 10PM you’d fill your favourite glass

Through my camera lens I watched you weep

Again and again

I knew I could make it right

If only you could see the signs

I see you each and every night

But you don’t see me

'cause you’re on top of the world