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 about 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