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