LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMaid Of Bond Street
This girl is made of lipstickPowder and paintSees the pictures of herselfEvery magazine on every shelfThis girl is maid of Bond StreetHailing cabs, lunches with executivesGleaming teeth sip aperitifsThis girl is a lonely girlTakes the train from Paddington to Oxford CircusBuys the Daily NewsBut passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at herThis girl is made of lonelinessA broken heartFor the boy that she once knewDoesn't want to know her any moreAnd this girl is a lonely girlEvery thing she wants is hersBut she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be withAll the time, to love, all the timeThis boy is made of envyJealousyHe doesn't have a limousineReally wants to be a star himselfThis girl, her world is made of flashlights and filmsHer cares are scraps on the cutting room floorAnd maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered carsMaids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of starsMaids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly caresMaids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
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