There's a flat just by the Corn Exchange
Where the light stays on
Till dawn
Where an ordinary lady
Dreams about a life
That's gone.
Vera Lamonte,
There's such a lot of things you wanted.
Vera Lamonte,
Queen Of The Trampoline,
With a gasp and a sigh
The crowd watch her fly
Into the sky
And… then
Such a fantastic sight,
A vision of delight,
Vera Lamonte
At night
On her trampoline.
In the corner of a Wakefield bus,
Splashing through the rain
At nine,
There's an ordinary lady
Always at her work
On time.
Vera Lamonte,
There's such a lot of things you wanted.
Vera Lamonte
Triumphs on stage again.
They are shouting for more
Hear the audience roar
One more encore
They cry
Flowers are piled up high
This is your finest hour
Vera Lamonte
The star
Back on stage again.
Turning the key in the lock
No one's waiting.
No one called.
No one knows about
The things you want
Vera Lamonte.
"LAMONTE MARRIES MILLIONAIRE!"
"ACROBAT'S WILD AFFAIR!"
"LAMONTE MAKES THE WORLD STOP AND STARE!"
Vera Lamonte,
Nobody really cares
And the kettle's boiling.