Lyrics:
Hampstead girl on Parliament HillDrinks in the situationHamstead brown not dressed to killIn a thousand variationsAnd her blue eyesSee those dark shadows in the skyAnd her choir like voiceCries for LoveAnd you'd do anything you couldJust to bring back the smile to her faceTake all the blue out of her eyesAnd fill up the empty spaceWith love and affectionTake all the grey out of this townGive your protectionIf she'd just turn 'roundOutside she smiles at the peopleBut inside she criesInsideHampstead girl in the Vale of HealthWith a hundred imitationHears the magic in the church bellsBut still longs for invitationsAnd you'd like to take her with youBut the time is never rightAnd so you lose herWhen you go back down to the other side of town.