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
I fancied you since I was nineteen
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
I don't wanna stare at them ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically,
you know I'm young But when I kissed you in the club,
I bit your tongue
I'll write a song for you And put it on my new LP
Come up to my motel room and
sleep with me
There's a Bible in the drawer,
don't be afraid I'll put up a sign to warn the clean-up maid
There's lots of soap and there's lots of
towels Never mind those desk-like scowls
I'll buy you breakfast
They'll think I'm your wife
Come up to my motel room and
save my life
Come up to my motel room and
save my life
