Every afternoon in the staff canteen   Just another teenage girl with teenage girl dreams   In the world of Pauline Lewis   Everything is fantasy   It's easy to see      Spends the night alone in her cold bedroom   Seven nights a week, seven nights of gloom   In the world of Pauline Lewis   Everything is fantasy   It's easy to see      In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis      Pauline died alone, they found her slumped on her bed   Took her life because she could no longer pretend   In the mirror Pauline saw a catalogue girl   Wearing make-up by Mary Quant, shoes by Ravel      In the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis