Cleopatra in Brooklyn

Wake up every 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 favorite 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 Antony begging at your door
But I know that you'd laugh and just ask me, "What for?"
Then you'd roll your eyes as I fell on the floor
To swear that I'm yours
And yet, there you are
Like a dream in your favorite blue dress
Your hair is a mess but nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
You wait by the Brooklyn Bridge for your king to return
You wait by the Brooklyn Bridge for your king to return
You wait by the Brooklyn Bridge for your king to return
Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old Rome burns
And yet, there you are
Like a dream in your favorite blue dress
Your hair is a mess, nnevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
Yes, 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
I'll come find you
When your fortunes fail you
I'll die with you
When the gods desert you