: Can you see me Frequenting motel-rooms Like you wanted me to? Been on the road For far too long I know what dust tastes like Someone said Home is where
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues
can [Chorus:] Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches I struck lucky with motel matches Falling for you without a second look Falling out of your open pocketbook Giving you away like motel
are out there on the road Motel ceiling stares you down There must be safer ways to pay your dues But even cowgirls get the blues Even cowgirls get the blues
the moon everytime the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers
o forse in Africa e in America, uh, posti dove vanno tutti ormai!" Io compravo birra e trafficavo in auto usate, pianoforti andati libri e stoffa da blue
play"; And he says: ";There's always more than one way . . . This is work not play"; Refrain: I see the ghosts of my childhood . . . Dressed in blue
in a broke down car on the side of the road in view of the Texaco star i spent all on my money on water and food got willie on the radio singing those country blues
a movie. Im sleeping in a bed inside of a motel on a dirty road by the freeway. Im swimming in the waters hidden in the streams of a river made for the blue
I'm running out of tomorrows, singin' yesterday's song. Here's another cheap motel out on 101 to Fresno. Got the TV turned up loud. Too much quiet makes me blue
can't recall the names of all them places that we played in All them squirrely party girls and pills we used to pop Hardly ever sleepin' in them cheap motels
D. Whaddya think, Ben? - Uh, the F sounds good... - Just like a...) The last time I saw Elvis He was shooting at a colour TV The phones were ringing in the pink motel
she,mistakes of men Gritted teeth, fists are clutching, Breast stroke, lots of touching See you in the sauna There'll be a big foreigner at my Hotel, motel, hotel, motel
day By a magistrate dressed in blue suede Lost all of our cash on a roll of the bones Had to pawn that ring just to get back home [Chorus] In a cheap motel
's gettin bad on a nigga, now I'm beepin you too And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know the
: [VERSE 1] Forget Wonder Woman, she's a trick Workin around in red, white and blue The girl is through Another superhero comin atcha But much blacker
In the blue light of the Belvedere Motel Wondering as the television burns How the heart approaches what it yearns In a fever I distinctly hear your
Crawlin' 'cross the floor at the Holiday Inn motel I saw that girl that my swamp bone knew so well She crawled out of Texas flipped off to Baton Rouge