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She rides the midnight train to Newtown
Her long legs across the seat
And talks of lunch at Anstys Teahouse
Where the fashion lions feed
Shes running away, so tired of her small world
Then turning the page, is there anybody there
She cries over and over again
Could this ever be the life for me
Long nights drinking her coffee esprit
Talk of lovers and swirl
Shes dying to play
Shes a magazine girl
Another perfumed Monday morning
Life without a care
Retail friends and gossip warnings
The weekend in her hair
Shes turning away, pretends she never needs much
But longing to say, doesnt anybody care
She cries over and over again
Could this ever be the life for me
Long nights drinking her coffee Esprit
Talk of lovers and swirl
Shes dying to play
Shes a magazine girl
Vanitys in Vogue
Mode and Style is all she needs to make the scene
A weekend with her movie queens
Still-life inside her magazine
Shes running away, pretends she never needed much
Still longing to say, doesnt anybody care
She cries over and over again
Could this ever be the life for me
Long nights drinking her coffee Esprit
Talk of lovers and swirl
Shes dying to play
She is running away
She is turning the page
Shes a magazine girl