You look just like Theda Bara
Why don't we synchronise our lunch hours
We could hide out in the cellar
We could catch a train together
We could moan about the weather
We could spend our lives together

CHORUS:
Have you ever had a broken heart?
Have you ever had a no-good job?
Well follow me, follow me
If you feel that your life's not working
And you're sick and tired of rehearsing
Well take my hand (take my hand) and follow me

If we stacked all these boxes of old lingerie
We could climb them up to our thrones of ivory
And the terelene skies and crowns of diamonique
Toasting goblets full of tears of our childhood enemies...

CHORUS