I hate these flaming curtains they're not the color of your hair. I hate these striplights they're not so undoing as your stare. I hate the buttons on your shirt when all I wanna do is tear. I hate this bloody big bed of mine when you're not here. [chorus]. Well I finally found someone to turn me upside down. And nail my feet up where my head should be. If they had a King of Fools then I could wear that crown. And you can all die laughing because I'll wear it proudly. Well you seem to be shivering dear and the room is awfully warm. In the white and scarlet billows that subside beyond the storm. You have this expression dear no words could take its place. And I wear it like a badge that you put all over my face. [chorus]. I'll wear it proudly through the dives and the dancehalls. If you'll wear it proudly through the snakepits and catcalls. Like a fifteen year old kid wears a vampire kiss. If you don't know what is wrong with me. Then you don't know what you've missed. We are arms and legs wrapped round more than my memory tonight. When the bell rang out and the air outside turned blue from fright. But in shameless moments you made more of me than just a mess. And a handful of eagerness says "What do you suggest?".