Motel Blues

In this town, television shuts off at 2
What can a lonely rock and roller do?
Oh the beds are big and the sheets are clean
Your girlfriend said you were nineteen

Styrophome ice buckets full of ice
Come up to my motel room, and treat me nice

I don't wanna make no late-night, New York calls
I don't wanna stare at them ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically I know you're young
But when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue

I'll write you a song and put it on my next LP
Come up to my motel room and sleep with me

There's a bible in the draw, don't be afraid
I'll put up a sign for the cleanup maid
Oh, there's lots of soap and there's lots of towels
Nevermind those desk clerk scowls
I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife

Come up to my motel room, and save my life