She rides the midnight train to Newtown Her long legs across the seat And talks of lunch at Ansty's Teahouse Where the fashion lions feed
She's running away, so tired of her small world Then turning the page, is there anybody there
She cries over and over again Could this ever be the life for me Long nights drinking her coffee esprit Talk of lovers and swirl She's dying to play She's a magazine girl
Another perfumed Monday morning Life without a care Retail friends and gossip warnings The weekend in her hair
She's turning away, pretends she never needs much But longing to say, doesn't anybody care
She cries over and over again Could this ever be the life for me Long nights drinking her coffee Esprit Talk of lovers and swirl She's dying to play She's a magazine girl
Vanity's in Vogue Mode and Style is all she needs to make the scene A weekend with her movie queens Still-life inside her magazine
She's running away, pretends she never needed much Still longing to say, doesn't anybody care
She cries over and over again Could this ever be the life for me Long nights drinking her coffee Esprit Talk of lovers and swirl She's dying to play She is running away She is turning the page She's a magazine girl
