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
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 Explain Request ×
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