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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