There is a map on my bedroom wall
With little red pins where my heart once crawled
Paris, London, Rome, New York
All the places I have loved you before
And I know it sounds dramatic
But isn't love a little war?
I put my lipstick on like armour
Then I kick down every door
I have cried in hotel rooms
I have prayed in airport queues
I have begged the Moon for mercy
In my very best black shoes
I'll conquer the world for you
I'll conquer the world for you
If Heaven won't hand it over
Then, darling, I'll break through
I'll conquer the world for you
I'll conquer the world for you
And when they ask me why I did it
I'll say: What else could I do?
There is a crown on my dressing table
And a knife inside my boot
I was born with a starving heart
And a pretty good vision too
I want the bells, I want the choir
I want my name in golden letters
I want the cities and the streets
And every house that made me feel lesser
So let the flags fall down
Let the trumpets all go quiet
You'll find me in my red dress
Looking holy in the riot
I'll conquer the world for you
I'll conquer the world for you
If Heaven won't hand it over
Then, darling, I'll break through
I'll conquer the world for you
I'll conquer the world for you
I'll turn my grief into a kingdom
Paint the palace baby blue
I'll conquer the world for you
I'll conquer the world for you
And when they ask me why I did it
I'll say: What else could I do?