Tytuł: Chelsea lovers

• Wykonawca: Eurythmics
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   When he found her
  He stayed down there
  With his velvet pills
  And her purple hair
  In a room so dark
  They could barely crawl
  With orange posters
  On Victorian walls
  It was Saturday night
  And he felt like death
  She just wanted to be loved
  Like anybody else
  Saturday night
  And the clock never stopped
  She felt like a loser
  On top or the pops
  The Chelsea lovers
  With guillotine lips
  Mascara egos
  Doing a magazine strip
  Chelsea lovers
  In a vicious town
  With lipstick futures
  Like a couple of clowns
  Strange creatures
  In the eider down
  Teenage oblivion
  Waiting to be crowned
  Holes in the mattress
  Where these beasts have lain
  Awake until morning
  With ice in their veins
  Facing each other
  Their eyes never met
  He just wanted to be straight
  It never happened to him yet
  Both of them laughing
  But they can't understand
  What it is about friendship
  Makes you hold your own hand
  The Chelsea lovers
  Oh how they can talk
  With their tongues connected
  And their skin like chalk
  Chelsea lovers
  They're joined at the hip
  With the power of madness
  At their fingertips
  Chelsea lovers
  With their limbs entwined
  Making moon sized promises
  From their molecule minds
  Stardust lovers
  In a Ziggy cartoon
  Two solemn lovers
  In a Chelsea room.