Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress   Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town   Awaiting the prince in his white Capri   Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen      She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene   She's learning her lines from glossy magazines   Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams   Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen      Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child   One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile   But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday   Chelsea Monday      In the city of dreamers   Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London   Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland   Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles   Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause   To Chelsea Monday      She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets   Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn   Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St.Tropez mirage   Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose   Of Chelsea Monday   Sweet Chelsea Monday      Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child   One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile   But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday   Sweet Chelsea Monday      Hello John, did you see the standard about four hours ago?   Fished a young chick out of the old father   Blond hair, blue eyes   She said she wanted to be an actress or something   Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going   Funny thing was she had a smile on her face   She was smiling   What a waste      Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress   Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town   Of Chelsea Monday   Chelsea Monday   She was only dreaming   She was only dreaming   Chelsea Monday   She was only dreaming   She was only dreaming   Chelsea Monday   She was only dreaming   She was only dreaming   She was only dreaming   She was only dreaming