After one hundred rooms, all the same,
I found you behind the next door,
with your hair styled like rats in a cage;
you called it your Big Brother chic,
while I called it your nineteen-eighty flaw.
After one hundred rooms, all the same,
I found you behind the next door,
with your hair styled like rats in a cage;
you called it your Big Brother chic,
while I called it your nineteen-eighty flaw.