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