You've got diamonds and I've got spades You've got pills And I've got razor blades You've got yoga honey I've got beer You got overpriced And I got weird But it's alright We're the same even though we're alone It's alright Yes we all need a room of our own You've got love darlin' I've got sex You've got cash, mama And I've got checks You've got business, baby I've got the kids You got crowded just the way I did But it's alright Cause we all need a place to call home It's alright Yes we all need a room of our own I can still remember packed together Like a can of sardines No, no, no Pushin', shovin' That's when lovin' Starts to come apart at the seams Oh no, no, no, no You've got the day shift I've got nights We go wrong at times But we've got rights You've got tv shows I've got crime But you've got your room, honey And I've got mine It's alright It's the one thing that we should have known Yes, it's alright Yes, we all need a room of our own And it's alright Yes we all need a place to call home It's alright Yes we all need a room of our own It's alright It's alright To have a room of your own No, no, no, it's alright Yeah it's alright mama To have a room of our own Sometimes you've got to get away Got to get away Got to get away Got to get away to a room of our own Got to have a room Got to have a little elbow room of my own.
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