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Maid of Bond Street Lyrics
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures 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 that she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing 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 stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more
Every thing 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
Jealousy
He doesn't have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
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Submitted by
saturnine On May 02, 2004
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aww, what a lonely sad song. a lot of these older songs are little story ballads, but there's this theme of getting what you want at a price- or getting gypped in the end...
Yep, this one's sel-explanatory. The price of fame is the loss of a chance at a normal life, and the envy that inevitably festers around you.
The Thin White Emperor is singing of a successful glamorous actress who's unhappy because despite having the universe at her feet, she can't start a relationship with the fellow she has a spark for because they have different lives and he is jealous of her fame and money and glamorous life