E F#m G
This girl is made of lipstick, Powder and paint,
C Am F G
Sees the pictures of herself, every magazine on every shelf.
E F#m G
This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs,
C Am F G
Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth, sipaparatives (thats what the words
sound like, I have no
idea what they really are.)
E D
This girl is a lonely girl
E D
Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?)
E D
She reads the daily news but passengers
C Am F G
Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her.
E F#m G
This girl is made of loneliness, a broken heart
C Am F G
For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore.
E D
And this girl is a lonely girl,
E D
Everything she wants is hers but she can't make it
E D
With the boy she really wants to be with
C Am F G
All the time, to love all the time.
E F#m G
This boy is made of envy, jealosy
C Am F G
He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself.
E G A D G
And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film
G A D G
Her cares are scratched on the cutting room floor
G C F G
And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars
G C F G
Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars
G C F G
Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs
G C (tacet)
Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares.
F C C C F G.
