But they paid us in the kicks we could get

,and just that.

The kicks were sunny

Oh the kicks were sunny

Our love was pretty

Hecate thought it was funny

We met like a marriage in Indo China

As a wife there was no-one finer

I serenaded you as the gates to the court failed to see

The love that was sublime

Were married on the march of the gay

I tried to tell you that the old hound was good

But like the Confederate flag which fell

You listened to the racism of those that contend money

Who contend money

Who contend money

One day you'll find

They know nought which is good

My door to Elysium remains open

I am the assasinated lover of Indochine

I may never see you again so they say

I prayed to be your Lancelot

Like Cronos I was defeated

You cried your superiority that I was no good

But were captured by my eyelashes ultimately

I love you and the divorce was drenched in my tears

I carry on despite life's fears

My years are forty two

And I remember you.