London Boy.

E F#m G This girl is made of lipstick, Powder and paint, C Am F G Sees the pictures of herself, every magazine on every shelf. E F#m G This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs, C Am F G Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth, sipaparatives (thats what the words sound like, I have no idea what they really are.) E D This girl is a lonely girl E D Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?) E D She reads the daily news but passengers C Am F G Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her. E F#m G This girl is made of loneliness, a broken heart C Am F G For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore. E D And this girl is a lonely girl, E D Everything she wants is hers but she can't make it E D With the boy she really wants to be with C Am F G All the time, to love all the time. E F#m G This boy is made of envy, jealosy C Am F G He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself. E G A D G And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film G A D G Her cares are scratched on the cutting room floor G C F G And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars G C F G Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars G C F G Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs G C (tacet) Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares. FCCCFG. Ending on the G works, and I haven't figured out the last little bit. So there it is. toomey@sos.net