Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Love Hotel

Love Hotel

Something to sell?
Scatter the magazines
Run like Hell
Just ask the manager
Taxi driver's yell
We're trapped in secret
Love Hotel

You press a button 
You can take a bath
Make an expression
The madcap laugh
Here is the climax
And the epitaph
Everyone relax
One thing for certain
Time will pass

Love Hotel
She spilled her drink
And lost herself
You like the decor
Sweet souls who dwell
Within this microscope
Our Love Hotel
Love Hotel

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