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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

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