Besedila: Heart. Magazine.

Up in the little room, looking down, everybody's passing time Princess dressed in wool, dreaming eyes, whispering her rhymes "Rain play my song today, no one wants to know me anyway" Perfect lover where are you? I can't wait much more for you to come true Shining prince inside my head, Live inside a palace underneath my bed And everybody knows who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes They go dancing cross the pages of the magazine Typewriter steel and gray, work away, everybody's going home Over across town, caught in a crowd, still living alone Little room for her out of the rain A little something for the pain Lady-in-waiting potentially for the lord of the rock 'n roll aristocracy Dreaming in photographs at night, love's like sand held in your hand so tight And everybody know who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes They go dancing cross the pages of the magazine Everyday's like the day before Come in tired and lock the door Paint your space with magic hands Shining slick and dandy Shining slick and dandy Smile at your fans "C'mon pretty boy sing for us take me" Take me over the edge I know you're good enough And everybody knows who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes They go dancing cross the pages of the magazine