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?