A stark-naked lightbulb hangs over my head
There's one lonely pillow on my double bed
I've got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you can't have it all
My room's decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I've got precious mem'ries at my beck and call
Who says you can't have it all
I've got everything a broken heart needs
I'm doing fine don't you worry 'bout me
'Cause I'm Lord and Master
Of a fool's Taj Mahal
Who says you can't have it all
I've got everything a broken heart needs
I'm doing fine don't you worry 'bout me
'Cause I'm Lord and Master
Of a fool's Taj Mahal
Who says you can't have it all
Oh, who says you can't have it all |
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