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.