Standard (EADGBE)

 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, sipaparatives (thats what the words

sound like, I have no

idea what they really are.)

 This girl is a lonely girl

 Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?)

 She reads 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.

 And this girl is a lonely girl,

 Everything 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 scratched on the cutting room floor

 And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars

 Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars

 Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs

 Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares.