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 wouldnt change a thing
Now that youre 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
Im 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
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