Oh your pictures they don't really do you justice little girl For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk And it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad For you really did have something that the others never had And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl Ah you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first That you'd make it in the movies and you couldn't lose the thirst And it took you to the attic where the Agent King holds Court And his courtesans are fully paid up losers of a sort He looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part But you don't get things for nothing and he doesn't want your heart And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl Mmm, you made it to the silver screen and yet you're not a star And advertising corsets didn't get you too far But money has its favourites and yours went back to them So you modelled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent There you met Antonio, your lover from afar Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl Ah, your pictures they don't really do you justice any more For they're crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago And that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace Ah there's little of it buried in the ruins of your face It could have been so different, and at times you feel bad For you really did have something that the others never had And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl For the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl. Oh the circle turns and turns and it's too bad, little girl.