Chelsea Monday Lyrics - Marillion

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress 

Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town 

Awaiting the prince in his white Capri 

Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen 

She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene 

She's learning her lines from glossy magazines 

Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams 

Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen 

Patience my tinsel angel 

Patience my perfumed child 

One day they really love you 

You'll charm them with that smile 

But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday 

Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London 

Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland 

Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles 

Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause 

She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets 

Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn 

Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage 

Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose 

Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child 

One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile 

But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday 

[Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? 

Fished a young chick out of The Old Father 

Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something 

Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going 

Funny thing was she had a smile on her face 

She was smiling, what a waste] 

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress 

Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town 

Of Chelsea Monday