you won’t catch her quiet entrance   you won’t notice when she leaves   since her sister moved to Vancouver   she doesn’t see her niece   she gets xmas cards from her first love   ‘cause to him she’s still sixteen      these days she’s drinking vodka   if she touches gin she cries   she says it’s nothing for the worry   that it’s something to survive   and she sleeps with minicab drivers   ‘cause it makes her feel alive      she’s a star in nobody’s picture   she’s an extra in her own life   she’s a name in somebody’s phone book   she’s alive      there’s the roll-neck boy in the post room   who smiles when she phones   with a jaw as rough as a matchbox   and an overdose cologne   he’s just nineteen going on three 'O'   but if she got him alone...      she’s a star in nobody’s picture   she’s an extra in her own life   she’s a name in somebody’s phone book   she’s alive      is there anybody there?   is there anybody there to see?   is there anybody there?   is there anybody there to see?