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vanity fair
She left her school for the factory  From pocket money to a salary,  From a pac-a-mac to a compact case  And every morning she inspects her face.  She discovers pulling pints in pubs  That the good looks will never cover up for  Her dumbness in taking the stock  Sees her reflection in a butcher's shop.  She finds it all quite rare  That her meat's all vanity fair.   She has her eyes on medallion men  Who get her home on the dot at ten,  She combs her hair when she gets excused  The deal she wants always ends up screwed.  Paints her nails on the bathroom scales  Gargles her breath like a landed whale,  Her beauty is as deep as her skin  Keeps her eyebrows in a tobacco tin.  She poses foot on the chair  Coconut shy but vanity fair.   In her vanity case her compact case  In her compact case her eyes,  Not bad for a sister  But her vanity's fair and her sense of humour's dry.  She comes home late with another screw loose  She swears to have had just a pineapple juice,  Falls asleep fully clothed in her bed  With her makeup remover by her head.  And she might not be all there  But her dream's all vanity fair.