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London City,
Light and pretty
One, nine, sixty-two
A woman we’d all later know,
Was born,
Dreaming black and blue
Her smile, it would curse her world,
Of laughter, love, fear and grief
To know her story,
First we must rewind
The madness that lies within belief…

Michelle, she was a lovely girl,
Grew with a gorgeous heart
Her eyes, they sparked a sunlight blue,
Strategised in the starlight - 
Since she was a girl, dreamed of acting,
She’d be seen on our TV
Inspiring young un’s just to be themselves,
‘Cause that is how you will be free

Michelle, she was a lovely girl,
Grew with a gorgeous heart
But fear seemed to control her whole,
It derailed her start
Painted black and blue by something she could not control,
Threatened to spill up her guts,
She cried out in her bedroom

Michelle, she was a lovely girl,
She had a gorgeous heart
But something happened deep inside,
She cried, and cried, and cried
She lost her friend, she lost herself,
She felt she had nowhere left to turn
Derailed her path to stardom,
Her grief crashed into her world…

London City,
So un-pretty,
A woman we’d all later know,
Was standing on the edge of fate
Half frozen,
And half searching for a mate
Her heart, though torn,
Still could serve as comfort for a lonely sole,
She took up acting classes,
With the cousin of the friend she lost

In 1988,
She got her big break

Come on, Michelle, tell us,
What’s your secret, Michelle?
Soap star, turning life star,
Tell us, take us back to the start
Come on, Michelle, tell us,
What’s your secret, Michelle?
How come others can’t do it,
But you can?
Michelle, why you always in the papers,
Michelle?
Why you always on our TV’s,
Michelle?
How come others can’t do it,
But you can?

She stays quiet,
Tears silent
Hear that…?

That’s the sound you hear,
When your heart is torn,
And there’s nothing you can do about it

They pounced like lions,
Calling her a liar,
And there’s nothing she can do about it
They pounced like tigers,
Locked her like a liar,
And there’s nothing she can do about it
Hear that…?
They pounced like lions,
Calling her a liar,
And there’s nothing she can do about it

Nothing she can do about it,
There’s nothing she can do about it,
She finds a way to solve it,

Hi Michelle,
I must say you are looking better,
Like you’ve found a new form of life
Please tell me,
How far did they twist you?
What did you do with your time?

“Thank you, Katie, for having me,
And I must say,
These chairs are more comfy this year,
My advice for those who are wondering,
Is never give up on your tears
‘Cause at the end of the day,
They make you
They construct you from the reused ground up
And without them I wouldn’t be who stood before you,
Without them, I don’t think I would be here

So never be afraid of regret,
And never back down from a fight
Be who you are,
Know you straight from the core
I don’t know if what I am saying is right,
But love me for who I am,
And not for what I may do
‘Cause from birth I’ve been tested,
And lifted,
From birth I’ve been twist in defeat,
But for who I may be,
Soon I’ll be free
So soon I will strengthen…

Soon I will walk on the sea”

London City,
Light and pretty,
One, nine, sixty-two,
A woman we’d all later know
Was born,
Dreaming black and blue
Her smile, it would curse her world,
Of laughter, love, fear and grief
Michelle…
Will you please take a stand?
The madness that lies within belief…
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