It was late at night in the kitchen 
at the end of a long and cruel day
she sits all alone in the darkness
as her candle has just burnt away
and she's told that she can't have another
as her master is going through hard times
yet her hands are still sore and bleeding
from the silver and gold she must shine

she knows that she should go to bed now
as tomorrow is just four hours away
but for six days a week all she has
are these hours at the end of the day
when her mind is left free to wander
through a life that she can call her own
not chained to the whims of a master
who tries to get blood from a stone

CHORUS
Vanity Fair, you have more than your share
much more than you ever could need
when you sit in your church
while you soul you do search
don't you think he's aware of your greed
Vanity Fair, how can you dare
to look in the mirror each day
while you're draining the lives
of your servants that strive
to keep you in the luxury
that you never worked for
it's your hands in the fire
but their's that get burned

There's just one thing in her life that is good
a young man she rushes to see
in her afternoon off by the river
when the world is so happy and free
where they dream of a life together
in a place that they can call their own
but they know in their hearts it can't happen
they're two birds that never have flown

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Words & Music By Nemo James