This girl is made of lipstick, powder and paint,
Sees the pictures of herself, every magazine on every shelf.
This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs,
Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
Chorus:
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News but passengers
Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her.
This girl is made of loneliness, a broken heart
For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore.
Chorus:
And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing she wants is hers
But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy, jealosy
He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself.
And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And Maids of Bond Street ride 'round in chauffeured cars
Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have love affairs