A Room of Our Own
You've got diamonds andI've got spadesYou've got pillsAnd I've got razor blades
You've got yoga honeyI've got beerYou got overpricedAnd I got weird
But it's alrightWe're the same even though we're aloneIt's alrightYes we all need a room of our own
You've got love, darlin'I've got sexYou've got cash, mamaAnd I've got checks
You've got business, babyI've got the kidsYou got crowded just the way I did
But it's alrightCause we all need a place to call homeIt's alrightYes we all need a room of our own
I can still remember packed togetherLike a can of sardinesNo, no, no
Pushin', shovin'That's when lovin'Starts to come apart at the seamsOh no, no, no, noYou've got the day shiftI've got nightsWe go wrong at timesBut we've got rights
You've got TV showsI've got crimeBut you've got your room honeyAnd I've got mine
It's alrightIt's the one thing that we should have knownYes, it's alrightYes, we all need a room of our own
And it's alrightYes we all need a place to call homeIt's alrightIt's alrightTo have a room of your own
No, no, no, it's alrightYeah it's alright mamaTo have a room of our ownSometimes you've got to get awayGot to get awayGot to get awayGot to get away to a room of our own
Got to have a roomGot to have a little elbow room of my own