There was a girl who lived in London town.
The scenes and sounds, they would only bring her down
She had polkadots and rubies in her dreams,
French fantasies on cinema screens...

And she knew from the finish to the start
It was bound to fall apart
Thanks to Cupid's lazy dart.
Wouldn't it be sweet if she could die from a broken 
heart?

There was a boy who lived inside his head.
He couldn't face the world, so he turned his back 
instead.
He couldn't see in front of his eyes;
His fantasies of outlaws had him hypnotised...

It was bound to fall apart
Thanks to Cupid's lazy dart.
Wouldn't it be sweet if he could die from a broken 
heart?

Oooh...

There was a boy and girl who fell in love:
They both were in love with the stars and sky above,
Cinderella, cigarettes and scenes from the past
Were chasing them too fast for this love to ever 
last...

And they knew from the finish to the start
It was bound to fall apart
Thanks to Cupid's lazy dart.
Wouldn't it be sweet if they could die from a broken 
heart?