World Of Pauline Lewis

In the afternoon in the staff-run 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
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 In the world of Pauline Lewis
 Everything is fantasy
 It's easy to see
 In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis
 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
 In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis