Squeeze - Vanity Fair Lyrics
(difford/tilbrook)She left her school for the factoryFrom pocket money to a salary,From a pac-a-mac to a compact caseAnd every morning she inspects her face.She discovers pulling pints in pubsThat the good looks will never cover up forHer dumbness in taking the stockSees her reflection in a butchers shop.She finds it all quite rareThat her meats all vanity fair.She has her eyes on medallion menWho get her home on the dot at ten,She combs her hair when she gets excusedThe deal she wants always ends up screwed.Paints her nails on the bathroom scalesGargles her breath like a landed whale,Her beauty is as deep as her skinKeeps her eyebrows in a tobacco tin.She poses foot on the chairCoconut shy but vanity fair.In her vanity case her compact caseIn her compact case her eyes,Not bad for a sisterBut her vanitys fair and her sense of humours dry.She comes home late with another screw looseShe swears to have had just a pineapple juice,Falls asleep fully clothed in her bedWith her makeup remover by her head.And she might not be all thereBut her dreams all vanity fair.
