John Herrera:
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.
And you were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting
Scratching and biting.
High flying, adored,

chorus:
Please, gentle Eva, will you bless a little child?
For I love you--tell Heaven I'm doing my best.
I'm praying for you, even though you're already blessed.

Betty Buckley:
There you are, I told you so,
Makes no difference where we go,
The whole world over, just the same.
You should have heard them call my name.
And who would underestimate the actress now?

John Herrera:
High flying, adored, did you belive in your wildest moments,
All this would be yours, that you'd become the lady of them all?

And the money kept rolling in from every side
Eva's pretty hands reached out and they reached wide.
Now you may think it should have been a voluntary cause,
But that's not the point my friends.