If I could tread the boards dahling. My luvvie.
I would want to act in every scene with you.
Our two names would be feted the world over
And the audience would sigh and aah and coo.
Like Burton and Liz Taylor, we'd be followed,
By every hack and paparazzo trailed
Our rows would fill the gossip col'mnists' in-trays
With talk that our relationship just failed.
But we, my dahling fellow-luvvie lover
Would know that we were playing with the Press
And on the stage of our own lives we'd snigger
As we read the flow'ry tales of our ''distress''.
You'd be Rhett Butler to my fiery Scarlett
The Romeo to my fair Juliet
And I would be your angel, love or harlot
And we would need no stage, or lot, or set.
We'd be the greatest actors in all hist'ry
Our story told until the end of time
And we'll both know the answer to the myst'ry
Was how our story told of love sublime
For we were never acting with each other
No lines were ever needed 'twixt us two
We'd just lock eyes and gaze at one another
Until the curtain falls - and say - adieu.