- Bombay Bicycle Club Motel Blues 歌词
- Bombay Bicycle Club
- In this town, television shuts off at two
Oh, what can a lonely rock and roller do? Oh, the beds are big and the sheets are clean, and Your girlfriend said you were nineteen The Styrofoam ice bucket's full of ice Come up to my motel room And 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, I know you're young But when you kissed me in the club you Bit my tongue I'll write you a song and put it on my next 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; warn the clean-up maid Oh, there's lots of soap and there's 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 And save my life
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