You knew those Belvedere weekends
Were just the beginning
Of a long way home
You were not meant to be
Just good friends
Rumor red
You were ahead of your time
From Baltimore to Paris
You held your head up high
Held back the tears
Across the years
A prisoner of circumstances
Outside looking in
If you had your time over
Would you do it all again?
He was your lonely little boy
Lost in deep water and about to go down
You soon became his favorite toy
A brighter jewel than any in the crown
He abandoned what he promised you
When he could not turn the tide
With a lifetime to prove yourselves
It was enough for you to be at his side
You gave up your pride
Rumor red
One step ahead of your time
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