[Verse 1]
This room is a shambles
But I think it's fine
To you, it's untidy, maybe
To me, it's divine
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I'm in your bedroom, oh
It's a small piece of heaven, I find myself in
[Verse 2]
Forever and ever
Or never again
Don't know if I'll be here, baby
I guess that depends
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause I'm in your bedroom, ooh
It's a small piece of heaven all around me
[Verse 3]
Now there is a whole world
Going on out there
Whatever I'm missing out on
In here, I don't care
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause I'm in your bedroom, ooh
Now I'm your possession, yeah
[Chorus]
No, I don't believe my eyes (I'm in your bedroom), oh
I don't believe my eyes (A small piece of heaven)
[Interlude]
It was like, euphoric, like, it felt like
Confetti or something
I was trying to describe it
When we were dancing, we fell before
[Chorus]
No, I don't believe my eyes (I'm in your bedroom), oh
I don't believe my eyes (A small piece of heaven)
Now I (Forever and ever), don't believe my eyes (I'm in your bedroom), oh
I don't believe my eyes (Small piece of heaven)
[Part II]
[Outro]
It won't make a difference
You can lie all your life
It won't make a difference
You can try all your life
It won't make a difference
You can lie all your life
It won't make a difference
You can try all your life
It won't make a difference
You can lie all your life
It won't make a difference
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Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
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