"Sweetheart On Parade" lyrics

"Sweetheart On Parade"

Everybody loves to love
The local girl made good
Surely I'd find peace of mind
If anybody could

Still at times I find myself
Wishing they were right
If everybody loves me
Where are they tonight?

Everybody loves to love
The sweetheart on parade
Out there on the stage tonight
The girl who's got it made

But after the applause is gone
I sometimes wish I knew
Why everybody loves me
And I love only you

Haven't I got all the things success alone can give?
Wouldn't everybody love to lead the life I live?
All I need is someone I can share it with

But how they love to love
The golden girl next door
Up there with her name in lights
Now who could ask for more?

Still I can't help wondering
Why it should be true
That everybody loves me
Everyone but you

Haven't I got all the things success alone can give?
Wouldn't everybody love to lead the life I live?
All I need is someone I can share it with

Everybody loves me, everyone but you


Writer(s): Elton John, Gary Anthony Osborne
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