I think my hand fits yours
I think your heart fits mine.
Quite disturbing really
how I can't seem to breathe
I heard a song that was about you
and all the chords they reminded
me of you
and Wilde said honey, my biography
is for you
and we laughed at his stupidity.
You broke every bone in my body
Round the back of the schoolyard
I have heard there is a place
Down a filthy back alley,
(Shimmy twice around Eros)
Bang bang, Burlington arcades.
That was made for people like you and me.
It has not been built, the foundations not discovered,
There is no-one quite like you.