00:10.74It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways.
00:19.77If I had any sense I'd maybe go away for a few days.
00:27.06Be that as it may, I can only say I am lonely,
00:36.81I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies.
00:40.86Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
00:42.99Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading.
01:10.53The flowers on my stockings are wilting away in the midnight.
01:19.41The book I am reading is one man's opinion of moonlight.
01:27.21My skin is so white, I'd like maybe to go to bed soon,
01:36.66Closing my eyes, if I'm to rise up before noon.
01:40.59High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving.
01:59.10My dream, strange seem images are moving.
02:11.70My friends, they are making a pop star or two every evening.
02:19.92I know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns they're weaving.
02:28.20My friends they are models but I soon got over that one.
02:36.90I sit in my one room, a little brought-down in London.
02:48.42Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
02:55.53Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading.
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