World Of Pauline Lewis

Every afternoon in the staff 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 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