Evening Standard: late one!

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white Capri
Dynamic young tarzan courts the bedsit queen.

She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen.

Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they'll really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it`s just another Chelsea Monday.

Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London,
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliliquies at the risk of stark applause.

Hello John, did you see the Standard about four hours ago?
Fished a young chick out the Old Father
Blonde hair, Blue eyes 
She said she wanted to be an actress or something 
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going 
Funny thing was she had a smile on her face 
She was smiling 
What a waste! 

She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets,
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn,
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage
Fragrance aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose.

Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they'll really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday.

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
buried in her cellophane world in glitter town.
Of Chelsea Monday.

She was only dreaming...