World Of Pauline Lewis

In the afternoon in the staff-run canteen
Just another teenage girl with teenage girl dreams

In the world of Pauline Lewis
Everything is fantasy
It's easy to see

Spends the night alone in her cold bedroom
Seven nights a week, seven nights of gloom

In the world of Pauline Lewis
Everything is fantasy
It's easy to see

In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis
In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis

Pauline died alone, they found her slumped on her bed
Took her life because she could no longer pretend
In the mirror Pauline saw a catalogue girl
Wearing make-up by Mary Quant, shoes by Ravel

In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis
In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis