you Now I'm standing in the rain Standing in the rain Another woman answered when I called you in the morning The sound of her voice came without a
a craven love for blazin' speed, I got a hopped up Mustang Ford Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties overboard I can write you poems, make a
Ford Jump into the wagon, love Throw your panties overboard I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind I'm no pig without a wig, I hope
A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed, A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you To feel so bad, to feel so good
She was atomic without a doubt That cowgirl shirt she wore contained a lot of fallout He was a cowboy, was what she wanted The closest to a cow, she
it was clear So I stood at the station with a plan and a pocket of poems Heroically tragic bearded and blind with obsession I'm a car without hope too
spin another line, like we had a good time Not that I need proof Swell, we're living in a hotel someone's ringing my bell In a room without a view Hey
The terror of the view, the emptiness of this room, always writing against this truth in the way that a painter must have a surface to hit. The paint
In a room without a view, a new mother smiles And holds the tiny fingers of her brand new baby girl Her husband takes her by the hand, so unsure about
through the eyes of a lie I'm getting closer to the end of the line I'm living easy where the sun doesn't shine I'm living in a room without any view
her once again In a world without end Owe it all to Frank Sinatra The song was playing as she walked into the room After the long weekend They were a
Greece or Spain For sure, I know where I am I see canals, this is Amsterdam I got friends here and they know, they can say who I am Remember the room without any view
is classy fly, your mistress is dipped cuz you buy her stuff. You little round glasses: Scrooge McDuck. Ascot, sometimes a top hat, walking a dog the size of a
you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real). (
Hotel room survival, Room without a view, Beside table Bible, Throws the book at you, And you can't make your mind up, If you're angry or your dumb, But
You don't ever talk to a calculator You don't get caught with an ounce of paper Every convo is about a favour Had to get a mansion without the neighbours
mine A lyric, a time, a crusade, a line One minute, a friend, a road without end A lyric, a time, a crusade, a line One minute, a friend, a road without end A