Swinging London Town

Do you know the me that wakes and sees the livewire in my eyes? The it girl with a twist girl and no one realises That I'm living on a tightrope, I can't, I won't look down I pussyfoot from drink to drink in swinging London Town Do you know the me that wakes the 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 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 cos she can I'm just a big time Gucci girl, a first in retail therapy And now we're down the slide to rehab and all of it for free And with these joke-fuelled 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? 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 bottled beer Horray Henry's cruising the King's Road In daddy's bentley still full of gear (echo) 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, I'm starting to drown Along with all the wannabes in swinging London Town Swinging London Town Swinging London Town Swinging London Town Swinging London Town