L'Esqualita - Soft Cell

Oh I would believe that she’s a real diva

As she tugs at the reins

Of a hundred Chihuahuas

She’ll live a few years

But she’ll have some adventures

Then sing off her sequins

With tears and with traumas

A fistful of love

With Raoul Kowalski

He’s only a slob of a Corsican junkie

Hoods, Heroin, Hot Janes

Those fingers of finesse

Salo aftershave

Spend the rent on a new dress

Chi Chi at the bar

Dressed à L’Esqualita

Talks of Johns and Joans

And tomorrow’s rhinestones

I’m so sick in my spare time

Humouring thugs

We could go out for dinner

But we’re always on drugs

Conchita piqueur

She will take on the whole floor

This Carmen in cling film

Will bathe in your applause

She pads out the glamour

With warmth from your dollars

Squeeze out your breath

With the strength from her shoulders

OK so it’s ham

But she means every word

In a ten minute ballad

Of despair and blood

With one hand to the bosom

Paid for by the ballad

But somewhere in there

Is a deep love for love

Chi Chi at the Bar

Dressed à L’Esqualita

Talks of Johns and Joans

And tomorrow’s rhinestones

I’m so sick in my spare time

Humouring thugs

We could go out to dinner

But we’re always on drugs

And somewhere in there

Is a deep love for love

And somewhere in there

Is a deep love for love