Track 5 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
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'll really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it`s just another Chelsea Monday.
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 soliliquies at the risk of startk applause.
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
  Fragrance aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose.
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
  One day they'll really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it`s just another Chelsea Monday.
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
  buried in her cellophane world in glitter town.