Lyrics
In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock-and-roller do
Oh, the beds are big and the sheets are clean
And your girlfriend said you were 19
The styrofoam ice bucket's full of ice
Come up to my motel room and treat me nice
I don't wanna make any late-night New York calls
I don't wanna stare at them ugly grass matte walls
Chronologically I know you're young
but when you kiss 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 to warn the clean-up maid
Oh, there's lots of soap and there's lots of towels
Nevermind those desk clerk's scowls
I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife
Come up to my motel room and save my life
