Music Lyric Sheets: The Mark I Popstar's Girlfriend
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Your support makes all the difference.While the current generation of popstars' girlfriends are busy collapsing in public, detoxing or lifting up their shirts in front of royalty, their predecessors from the Sixties are quietly getting on with writing novels, holding art exhibitions and becoming critically acclaimed chanteuses
There she is in black and white
The universal rock star's girl
A daughter of a saxon earl
All sunsilk hair and daisy-eyed
Scooped up to be the faery bride
Of some pop atheling, refugee
Who nicks her from the gallery
And barely out of County High
Or convent school, she drinks the light
Actress/model/supermuse
But having got the clothing right
Emerges fun-furred, spaced out, skinny
Sparrow-legged from purple-mini
Her handbag full of boyfriend's pills
A PhD in shopping skills
She learns to sing a bit, she cooks
And fills the pop stars' pad with books
Is this week's Bardot up to scratch?
"Comme un ange," calls Paris Match
Before she falls. And how she falls.
Washed-up, dumped and hollow- eyed
Her boudoir littered with dead friends
And this is how the first part ends
Three decades on and back she comes
A slight rondeur, a tad more grey
But waking at her publisher's
She baked a cake, she wrote a play
She auctioned off her husband's things
The lithographs, Moroccan rings
Made albums, gave good interview
Her voice was fractured, way too blue
(Lilli Von Schtup, to me and you)
But girls today should learn from her
Those blonde bombsites we witness now.
Perhaps Mark I could teach Mark II
To come back from decline with grace
We'd save a lot of tabloid space.
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