Evening Standard (1): Later !
Evening Standard: Later ! ...

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
      living in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white Capri (2)
      Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen

She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene (3)
      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 (4)

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 soliloquies

      at the risk of stark applause

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
      Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose (5)

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

[Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago?
Fished a young chick out of The Old Father (6)
Blond 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 !]

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