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