Maid of Bond Street

<br>This girl is made of lipstick<br><br>Powder and paint<br><br>Sees the pictures of herself<br><br>Every magazine on every shelf<br><br><br><br>This girl is maid of bond street<br><br>Hailing cabs, lunches with executives<br><br>Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs<br><br><br><br>This girl is a lonely girl<br><br>Takes the train from paddington to oxford circus<br><br>Buys the daily news<br><br>But passengers dont smile at her, dont smile at her<br><br><br><br>This girl is made of loneliness<br><br>A broken heart<br><br>For the boy that she once knew<br><br>Doesnt want to know her any more<br><br><br><br>And this girl is a lonely girl<br><br>Every thing she wants is hers<br><br>But she cant make it with the boy she really wants to be with<br><br>All the time, to love, all the time<br><br><br><br>This boy is made of envy<br><br>Jealousy<br><br>He doesnt have a limousine<br><br>Really wants to be a star himself<br><br><br><br>This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films<br><br>Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor<br><br><br><br>And maids of bond street drive round in chauffered cars<br><br>Maids of bond street picture clothes, eyes of stars<br><br>Maids of bond street shouldnt have worldly cares<br><br>Maids of bond street shouldnt have love affairs