bombay bicycle club - motel blues (loudon wainwright III) | Текст песни

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• motel blues (loudon wainwright III)

In this town television shuts off at two What can a lonely rock and roller do? Oh, the bed's so big and the sheets are clean And your girlfriend said that you were 19
The styrofoam ice bucket is full of ice Come up to my motel room, treat me nice I don't wanna make no late night New York calls And I don't wanna stare at them ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically I know you're young But when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/motel-blues-lyrics-loudon-wainwright-iii.html ] I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P Come up to my motel room, sleep with me
Oh, there's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid Yeah, there's lots of soap and there's lots of towels Never mind them desk clerk's scowls
I buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife Come up to my motel room, save my life Come up to my motel room, save my life