And this party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and white
And you enter in full blown technicolor
Nothing is the same after tonight
If the world were to fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're here
Love is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room
Love is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room
And 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
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're here
Love is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room
Love is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room
Pink tractor beam into your incision
Spinning as free as dervishs' whirl
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
Kind of girl
Kind of girl
Kind of girl

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