until you come around Then ill take that coffee now I see the lights Maybe it?s that bottle of wine So until you come around Then ill take that coffee
Hot motel Stuffy inside I know well These eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine And diet Coke I'm not
9 Can?t imagine whatchu told her this time You never take me to a public place Worried that somebody might notice your face First to the liquor store and then a motel
hookin' up with that girl That's been, two-wayin' you all week Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel
tombing they ass, Cock naughties, broom in the ass, I probably fuck 'em till they get blue in the ass, ---, bloody bodies, nigga nuts in your hot coffee
the moon and you dream about the stars Blues in old motel rooms, girls in daddy's car You sing about the nights and you laugh about the scars Coffee
soon gonna die She says, "your body is a temple, boy You ought to treat it well But you trash the place and rent it out Like it's some cheap motel" Then
I live on the highway near the puppet motel I log in every day I know the neighborhood well. no about the residents of the puppet motel they're more than
a penny on the railroad tracks. still waiting for the westbound four fifteen. no name motel and cement smoke stacks. same old same this time. this time
So you?re a trucker, hard driver Mr. King of the road Feelin? lonely, drinkin? coffee She had only ever known Drove a lot today, was it yesterday? Just
violent red visions Famine and death and pestilence and war? I'm pretty sure I heard this one before You in the corner with a good looking drifter, two cups of coffee
It used to be a motel, now they serve biscuits and T-shirts I bring my own tea bag, I don't trust the coffee But the biscuits are delicious, they come
read my mind To know what I'm feelin' after all this time It's just too hard to hold onto what is never around He oughta know that by now Heartache and coffee at Midnight Motel
a cable to a tree Reba stuck in a game of lipstick, perfume, flypaper Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune Knee deep in the motel
that I saved I think I'?ll build a boat for me And sail myself across the sea 'Cause? every night the sun goes down The morning helps me come around The coffee
It used to be red wine there in room 3-2-9 Over the river where we weren't well-known Now it's two coffees then off to the office Then back in the driveway
