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