Song: Cleopatra In Brooklyn - Frank Turner

Wake up every morning and feel out of place
You 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 phony old town
It's wearing you down

And yet there you are
Like a dream in your favourite 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
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 the floor
To swear that I'm yours

And yet there you are
Standing out in your favourite blue dress
Hair is a mess
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 rope burns

Yet there you are
Standing out in your favourite blue dress
Hair is a mess
Nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
Yes there you are
A glittering star
Couldn't care less
Who do you impress
You're my thrift store princess
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
I'll come find you when the fates dessert you
I'll still hold you when the Gods dessert you