You look just like Theda BaranWhy don't we synchronise our lunch hoursnWe could hide out in the cellarnWe could catch a train togethernWe could moan about the weathernWe could spend our lives togethernnCHORUS:nHave you ever had a broken heart?nHave you ever had a no-good job?nWell follow me, follow menIf you feel that your life's not workingnAnd you're sick and tired of rehearsingnWell take my hand (take my hand) and follow mennIf we stacked all these boxes of old lingerienWe could climb them up to our thrones of ivorynAnd the terelene skies and crowns of diamoniquenToasting goblets full of tears of our childhood enemies...nnCHORUS