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