Intro :
Catalog ue princess, apprentice seductress
hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town.
Awaitin g the prince in her white Capri
Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen.
She's p laying the actress in this bedroom scene,
she's l earning her lines from glossy magazines.
Stringi ng all her pearls from her childhood dreams,
auditio ning for the leading role on the silver screen.
Patienc e my tinsel angel.
Patienc e my perfumed child.
One day they'll really love you.
You wil l charm them with that smile.
But for n ow
It's ju st anot her Che lsea Monday
Chelsea Mond ay !
...
Driftin g with her incense in the
labyrin th of London.
Playing games with faces in the
neon wo nderland
Per form to scattered shadows on the
shatter ed cobbled aisles.
Would s he 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
tatter ed shreds of dawn.
Fulfill ed and yet forgotten
the St Tropez mirage.
Fragran t aphro disiac,
the withered tube rose.
(2x)
Patience my ti nsel angel.
Patience my pe rfumed child.
One day th ey'll really love you.
You wi ll charm them with that smile.
But for now
It's j ust another Chels ea Monday Sweet Chelsea
Monday !
(3x)
Catalogu e prin cess, apprentice seductress
buried i n her cellophane world in
glitte r town.
(2x)
Finale :