cleopatra in brooklyn

Cleopatra In Brooklyn

Mittens EP - 4:03
You wake up in the morning and feel out of place
Put on your face,
Once more with resignation
The world won’t appreciate greatness today
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 wander the streets of this phoney old town
It’s wearing you down

Yet there you are, like a dream in your favourite blue dress,
Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless:
Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You casually shed poetry like your clothes
In neat little rows
On the floor of my hotel room
You never wanted to be a princess
You said you'd accept less
Holding court holed up in your bedroom

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

Yet there you are, like a dream in your favourite blue dress,
Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You wait by the Brooklyn Bridge for your king to return
Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old Rome burns.

Yet there you are, like a dream in your favourite blue dress,
Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
There you are, a glittering star, you couldn't care less
Who you impress, you're my thrift store princess
Cleopatra in Brooklyn

I'll come find you when your fortunes fail you.
I'll die with you when the gods desert you.

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