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.