Oh your pictures they don't really do you justice little girl 
For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world 
And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark 
As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk 
And it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad 
For you really did have something that the others never had 
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl 
Ah you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first 
That you'd make it in the movies and you couldn't lose the thirst 
And it took you to the attic where the Agent King holds Court 
And his courtesans are fully paid up losers of a sort 
He looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part 
But you don't get things for nothing and he doesn't want your heart 
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl 
Mmm, you made it to the silver screen and yet you're not a star 
And advertising corsets didn't get you too far 
But money has its favourites and yours went back to them 
So you modeled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent 
There you met Antonio, your lover from afar 
Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car 
And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl 
Ah, your pictures they don't really do you justice any more 
For they're crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago 
And that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace 
Ah there's little of it buried in the ruins of your face 
It could have been so different, and at times you feel bad 
For you really did have something that the others never had 
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl 
For the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl. 
Oh the circle turns and turns and it's too bad, little girl.