I was born a blonde, I ve always been a princess A queen of hearts, now a mother Where is the replacement for the world s front cover? From one English Rose to another
I want to be the new Diana Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines I want to be the new Diana Visiting the shore occasionally
Shimmering blue ocean, diving in at starboard Perfection for a second away from the hoard Deep-sea fishermen toil in the sunset Dragging in a mermaid caught in the fishing-nets
I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Visiting the shore occasionally
Miss South Of England, Miss United Kingdom The heart that healed, the hand that fed Lady of the lake, lady in red Island in an island, in an island
I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Visiting the shore occasionally
Politics and minefields, press and P.R. These are bad places for a queen of hearts Where are the heads, where s the republic, Where are the songs that made the nation cry?
I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Visiting the shore occasionally
I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines I want to be the new Diana (OK!, Hello) Visiting the shore occasionally Visiting the shore occasionally Visiting occasionally Just visiting
