HOTEL ~

On the outside I'm innocent,corrupt as hell on the inside
but he knew that; that was a scab he wanted to rip off,
His imagination was stimulated,

Those line's he used so many time's before, on other dames,
he knew they'd never work on me; my stocking covered thighs
were too strong for boyish talk,

He placed wing's around the corners of his mouth so his
word's would be smooth, took a drag from his cigarette,
and pretended he wasn't aroused; I pretended not to notice,
Pretended I didn't want to throw myself onto him,

Wanting him to want me; to tremble with want,
His breathing stops; the burning in his chest is passion; he's
caught in my smokey eye's, our hands touch, our lust
exposed but hidden,

Ready for his hands to set my sex free; as the moonlight
breaks through the window, him and I pour our nudity
onto the single bed,

The neon sign humming outside; flashing a bad bulb,
the letter O from HOTEL was burning out,
as we fucked; Oh yes, we fucked