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