Maid of Bond Street David Bowie

[Verse 1]
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf

[Verse 2]
This girl is maid of Bond Street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs

[Verse 3]
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
On no, don't smile at her

[Verse 4]
This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more

[Verse 5]
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