This party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and white
You enter in full-blown 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
Your love is a verb
Here in my room

You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me the world 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

Yeah, love is a verb
Here in my room
Your love is a verb
Here in my room

Pink tractorbeam 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