They called me sweet angel
They dressed me in gold
A glorious tour around the world
A fancy world of glamour
I walked myself in...

All that glitters are not gold..
Cruel fate, now that I am too old
Not worth a stare not even to hold
My adorable fans , my loved ones are acting too cold
No longer desirable, no longer wanted... not even a thought..
Bowing slowly in shame.. I am all alone..
I am a broken angel I have nowhere to turn...
I am feeling too old and too cold..
Once I was an angel now I am a broken soul..