This girl is made of lipstick 
Powder and paint 
Sees the picture of herself 
Every magazine on every shelf 
This girl is maid of bond street 
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives 
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs 
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, don't smile at her 
This girl is made of loneliness 
A broken heart 
For the boy she once knew 
Doesn't want to know her any more 
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 
Jealousy 
He doesn't have a limousine 
Really wants to be a star himself 
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films  
 
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor 
 
And maids of bond street drive round in chauffered cars 
Maids of Bond street picture clothes, eyes of star  
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have worldly cares 
 
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have love affairs