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

 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