Cleopatra In Brooklyn

Wake up in the morning you feel out of place You're a disgrace Once more with resignation But there's bills to be paid So you stumble to the station

You're wearing your most imperceptible frown These people are adjectives to your proper noun As you wash through the streets of this phony old town It's wearing you down

And yet there you are Standing out in your favourite blue dress Hair is a mess Nevertheless Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You casually shed poetry like your clothes In neat little rows On the floor of my hotel room You'd always dreamed that you'd be a princess But you'd accept less Holding court holed-up in your bedroom

And I'd say I was Antony begging at your door But I know that you'd laugh and just ask me what for And then just roll your eyes as I fell the floor And swear that I'm yours

And yet there you are Standing out in your favourite blue dress Hair is a mess Nevertheless Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return (x2) Yeah, you wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old rope burns

Yet there you are Standing out in your favourite blue dress Hair is a mess Nevertheless Cleopatra in Brooklyn Yes there you are A glittering star Couldn't care less Who do you impress You're my thrift store princess Cleopatra in Brooklyn I'll come find you when the fates dessert you I'll still hold you when the Gods dessert you