Starry Skies

You've lost again

Ten out of ten

Your talent tries...

Who'll recognize?

You win the truth:

You've lost your youth

For the big time

There's little time...

Stop sinking! Take a breath!

Stop thinking "This is death!"

Clear that mascara

That embarrasingly dries

On your sorry eyes

Answer each cattle call

Sing them each "Satin Doll"

Regard all catcalls

As just small pratfalls

On your rise

To the starry skies

You fear your friends

You're near the end

Nothing to trust

But girl, you must...

Stop sinking! Take a breath!

Nothing can kill like death!

Clear that mascara

That embarrasingly dries

On your sorry eyes

Answer each cattle call

Sing them each "Satin Doll"

Regard all catcalls

As just small pratfalls

On your rise

To the starry skies