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 pussy-foot from drink to drink in swinging London town
Do you know the me that wakes in places, 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, Monacco, Paris and Milan Poor little rich girl who does it cos she can I'm just a big time Gucci girl, a thirst in retail therapy Now we're down the slide to rehab, and all the gear for free And with these joke filled egos, Martini sipping charm Gigolos, stick-thin models hanging off their arm And yes I'm neck deep in it, I'm 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 Cocktails with price tags make you choke on your sushi Dressed to impress these bright young things Chelsea chicks drink white wine spritzers G & T's or a bottle of beer Hooray Henries crusing the Kings's road In Daddy's Bently stocked full of gear
Gear, gear, gear, gear Gear, gear, gear, gear
Do you know the me the face that graces the pages of Hello? Try hard to die hard, united on the go Air kissing eligible bachelors, trust 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 checking out their cars I guess I'm neck deep in it, I'm starting to drown Along the wannabes in swinging London town
Swinging London town Swinging London town Swinging London town
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