He drove up to the motel In his town and country car He watched the working women With the field hands from the farm
He walked into the lobby With his pleased to see you smile Scribbled on to the register His fictitious name and smiled
The footsteps of a young girl Came tapping along the hall The outline of his features Were shadowed on the wall
She stood a little nervous Half lit by the neon light That flashed in many colours In the darkness of the night
The skin on his face like a well worn saddle Smiled as he said goodnight At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
His shirt lay by his bedside His jeans down by his feet She swallowed hard and mumbled With the key between her teeth
On went the television The picture flickering slow Top Cat in the alley way As they sat there all alone
He drove back up his driveway In his town and country car His wife was cooking chicken With a baby in her arms
The smell of home cooked dinner Filled the air at home that night Screaming, Officer Dibble In the TV's flickering light
Slumped in his favorite armchair His face as gray as stone His feet up on the table Next to the chicken bones
He seemed to show no feelings Picking corn out from his teeth The police down at the motel As the blood dried on the sheets
The skin on his face like a well worn saddle Smiled as he said goodnight At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual As the girls wiped the tears As the girls wiped the tears from their eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
