there was a girl who lived in london town the scenes and sounds they would only bring her down she had polka dots and moonbeams in her dreams and 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 and he 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 he could die from a broken heart oh behold his golden wings and behold his bronze bow and you hear his silver arrow sing as his gilded feathers glow there was a boy and girl who fell in love but they both were in love with the stars and sky above and 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 1