Here In My Room

This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in fullblown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight If the world would fall apart In a fiction worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here Yeah, love is a verb here in my room Here in my room, here in my room You enter and close the door behind you Now show me the world as seen from the stars If only the lights would dim a little I'm weary of eyes upon my scars Pink tractor beam into your incision Head spinning as free as dervishs' whirl I came here expecting next to nothing So thank you for being that kind of girl That kind of girl