Do you know the me that wakes and sees the live wire in her eyes
 The it girl with a twist girl and no one realises
 That I'm living on a tightrope, I can't, I won't look down
 I [bad word] foot from drink to drink in swinging London town
 Do you know the me that wakes in places with faces I've never seen 
 The mother of all hangovers to remind me where I've been
 And if I stop, I'm sickened, it really gets me down
 So I step back into the city lights, the Queen of London town

 The Queen of London town
 The Queen of London town

 New York, Monaco, Paris and Milan
 Poor little rich girl who does it coz she can
 I'm just a big time Gucci girl, a first in retail therapy
 Now we're down the slide to rehab, and all of it's for free
 And with these joke filled egos, Martini swilling charm
 Gigolos sniffing models hanging off their arm 
 I guess I'm neck deep in it, and starting to drown
 Along with all the wannabes in swinging London town

 Do you know me
 Do you know me
 Do you know me
 Really, really know me
 Do you know me
 Do you know me
 Do you know me
 Really, really know me
 Do you know me
 Really, really know me

 Soho soaks drink Campari
 Free flowing bubbly, a drop of gin 
 [bad word] with price tags make you choke on your sushi
 Dressed to impress these bright young things
 Chelsea chicks drink white wine spritzers
 & Ts or a bottle of  Hooray Henries [bad word] the King’s road
 And daddy's Bentley stocked full of gear

 Gear, gear, gear, gear
 Gear, gear, gear, gear

 Do you know the me the face graces the pages of "Hello"
 Try hard to die hard, united on the go
 Air kissing eligible bachelors and [bad word] fund daddy's boys
 International playgirls showing off their toys
 And all these price tag starlets, a galaxy of stars
 Buzzing round the next big thing and showing off their cars
 I guess I'm neck deep in it and starting to drown
 Along the wannabes in swinging London town

 Swinging London town
 Swinging London town
 Swinging London town