Every afternoon in the staff canteennJust another teenage girl with teenage girl dreamsnIn the world of Pauline LewisnEverything is fantasynIt's easy to seennSpends the night alone in her cold bedroomnSeven nights a week, seven nights of gloomnIn the world of Pauline LewisnEverything is fantasynIt's easy to seennIn the world, in the world of Pauline LewisnnPauline died alone, they found her slumped on her bednTook her life because she could no longer pretendnIn the mirror Pauline saw a catalog girlnWearing make-up by Mary Quant, shoes by RavelnnIn the world, in the world of Pauline Lewis