you won’t catch her quiet entrance
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?