He says he loves her modesty, But he won't allow her the dignity Of choosing how she'll dress. Her makeup is smeared into a mess.
Going out in public on her own, Sitting on the grass and not her throne, Allows others to see her personal taste In the world of celebrity, that's a waste.
A celebrity wife its to be seen As the star's goddess, not a human being. She'll speak when she's spoken to And she'll do as she's told to do.
All the little lies and deception Danced in rock-n-roll in its insatiable conception. A little girl plays at being a rock-n-roll queen. It turns out she's a fragile human being.
Someone's thinking with too much imagination. It's a life of constant celebration. Despite the flash of too many paparazzi lights There's an overwhelming harshness in these nights.
(c) August 7, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along