you won't notice when she leaves

since her sister moved to Vancouver

she doesn't see her niece

she gets xmas cards from her first love

‘cause to him she's still sixteen



these days she's drinking vodka

if she touches gin she cries

she says it's nothing for the worry

that it's something to survive

and she sleeps with minicab drivers

‘cause it makes her feel alive



she's a star in nobody's picture

she's an extra in her own life

she's a name in somebody's phone book

she's alive



there's the roll-neck boy in the post room

who smiles when she phones

with a jaw as rough as a matchbox

and an overdose cologne

he's just nineteen going on three 'O'

but if she got him alone...



she's a star in nobody's picture

she's an extra in her own life

she's a name in somebody's phone book

she's alive



is there anybody there?

is there anybody there to see?

is there anybody there?

is there anybody there to see?