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