She rides the midnight train to Newtown Her long legs across the seat And talks of lunch at Ansty's Teahouse Where the fashion lions feed She's 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 She's dying to play She's a magazine girl Another perfumed Monday morning Life without a care Retail friends and gossip warnings The weekend in her hair She's turning away pretends she never needs much But longing to say doesn't 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 She's dying to play She's a magazine girl Vanity's in Vogue Mode and Style is all she needs to make the scene A weekend with her movie queens Still-life inside her magazine She's running away pretends she never needed much Still longing to say doesn't 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 She's dying to play She is running away She is turning the page She's a magazine girl