In Your Room

When I'm waiting at the bottom of your staircase And I'm cutting my palm on the rose And you're creeping down the steps so carefully Well I think your father he knows Yeah I wanna know what it's like in your room Maybe you could sometime bring me up to your room I don't care if it's messy or a bit gloom Yeah I wanna know what it's like in your room I wanna know Don't try to hide that old school photo collage You're picking up the dirty clothes off the carpet, God Do you always leave an unmade bed I can't even act like I care at all Well I wanna know what it's like in your room Tell me could you ever let me into your room I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know