Maid Of Bond Street

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. 
 
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