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
Just 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
It's the Queen of London town
It's the Queen of London town
New York, Monaco, Paris and Milan
Poor little rich girl
Who does it cause 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 of it 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
Hoory Henries crusing the Kings's road
And daddy's Bentley stocked full of gear
Gear, gear, gear, gear
Gear, gear, gear, gear
Do you know the me that face
G races the pages of “Hello!”?
Try hard to die hard, united on the goal
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 with all the wannabes
In swinging London town
Swinging London town
Swinging London town
Swinging London town
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