In this town, television shuts off at two What can a lonely rock and roller do? The bed's so big, the sheets are clean Your girlfriend said you were nineteen The styrofoam ice bucket's full of ice Come up to my motel room Treat me nice I don't want to make no late night New York calls I don't want to stare at those ugly grass mat walls Chronologically, I know you're young But when you kissed me in the club, you bit my tongue I'll write a song for you and put it on my next LP Come up to my motel room, 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 lots of towels Never mind those desk clerk scowls I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife Come up to my motel room, save my life