Do you know the me that wakes and sees the live wire in her eyes 
The it girl with a twist girl and no one realises 
That I'm living on a tightrope, I can't, I won't look down 
I pussy-foot from drink to drink in swinging London town 

Do you know the me that wakes in places with faces I've never seen?
The mother of all hangovers to remind me where I've been
And if I stop, I'm sickened, it really gets me down 
So I step back into the city lights, the Queen of London town 

The Queen of London town 
The Queen of London town 

New York, Monaco, Paris and Milan 
Poor little rich girl who does it cos she can 
I'm just a big time Gucci girl, a first in retail therapy 
Now we're down the slide to rehab, and all of it's for free 
And with these joke filled egos, Martini swilling charm 
Gigolos sniffing models hanging off their arm 
I guess I'm neck deep in it, and starting to drown 
Along with all the wannabes in swinging London town 

Do you know me? 
Do you know me? 
Do you know me? 
Really really know me? 

Do you know me? 
Do you know me? 
Do you know me? 
Really really know me? 

Do you know me? 
Really really know me? 

Soho soaks drink Campari
Free flowing bubbly, a drop of gin 
Cocktails with price tags make you choke on your sushi 
Dressed to impress these bright young things 
Chelsea chicks drink white wine spritzers 
G & Ts or a bottle of B
Hooray Henries crusing the Kings's road 
And daddy's Bentley stocked full of gear 

Gear, gear, gear, gear 
Gear, gear, gear, gear 

Do you know the me the face graces the pages of "Hello"
Try hard to die hard, united on the go 
Air kissing eligible bachelors and trust fund daddy's boys 
International playgirls showing off their toys 

And all these price tag starlets, a galaxy of stars 
Buzzing round the next big thing and showing off their cars
I guess I'm neck deep in it and starting to drown 
Along the wannabes in swinging London town 

Swinging London town 
Swinging London town 
Swinging London town