Swinging London Town

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 realizes
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, with 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
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 first in retail therapy
Now we're down the slide to rehab, and all of it for free
And with these joke fueled egos, Martini sipping chums
Gigolos, stick thin models hanging off their arms
I guess 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 and T's or bottled beer
Hooray Henry's cruising the King's road
In daddy's Bentley 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 goal
Air kissing eligible bachelors and 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 and starting to drown
Along with all the wannabes in swinging London town

Swinging London town
Swinging London town
Swinging London town