Motel Room, Motel Room Songtext
von Darrin Bradbury

Motel room, motel room, you smell like Lysol and sex
The sex was not mine, I′m just sitting here watching the TV set
Afraid to go under the covers for what lies beneath
But I suppose that's an apropos metaphor for me
Motel room, motel room, shame is the name of our game
Whether you′re flipping tricks on a mattress or taking a stage
Fame is coming, I can hear her moan through the walls
Took her a while to get there, but I suppose that's true for us all Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room
Motel room, motel room