In my room With its broken door The posters on the wall Of Hitler, John and Paul I see myself In my room There's books of Somerset Maugham Of Irving stone and Oscar Wilde There's poetry of my own And I can be myself In my room There's imitation Lautrec's Jane Avril is my favorite At Moulin Rouge is next I think I'll burn them all For they're no good at all You didn't understand By my head there's a photograph of you Your face seems to be sad I wonder where you are I suppose you're fine I wanted to share my room with you