A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head
There's one lonely pillow on my double bed

I've got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you can't have it all


My room's decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I've got precious memories at my beck and call

Who says you can't have it all

I've got everything a broken heart needs

Oh, I'm doin' fine don't you worry 'bout me
'Cause I'm Lord and Master
Of a fool's Taj Mahal

Who says you can't have it all

I've got everything a broken heart needs

Oh, I'm doin' fine don't you worry 'bout me
'Cause I'm Lord and Master
Of a fool's Taj Mahal

Who says you can't have it all
Oh, who says you can't have it all