Hotel Song
Sunday night, its supper time, the hotel's full and all is fine.
You can see that No Vacancy sign from the window of room 39
Monday morning at half past eight, everybody's gone, they left no trace.
I sit alone as the day grows late, wait to see your friendly face
Why you chose my hotel I'm not real qualified to tell,
it's just your face I remember well,
when you asked if I had a room to sell
Maybe you liked just what you saw,
the cable TV and the indoor spa or maybe it was the low low price twenty-seven
bucks a night
Say the highway is for lovers, but he ain't no friend of mine
because every time I find my heart, I lose it to that long yellow line
You checked in, I checked you out, you smiled from the corners of your mouth
I turned on the no-vacancy sign as you checked in to room 39
I saw the light from your TV, you were watching channel 23
the night was long, the dark was deep, I kinda cried myself to sleep
Say the highway is for lovers, but he ain't no friend of mine
because every time I find my heart, I lose it to that long yellow line
Morning broke itself at last, you got your continental breakfast
dropped off the key and said goodbye, I think I thought I heard you sigh
I caught a glimpse of your licence plate, you were drifting down the innerstate
It said you were from Delaware, I said oh it must be gorgeous there
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o seu amor por mim n?o ta por nada o meu cora??o virou saco de pancada voc? quis brincar de amor s? por uma noite e depois me esqueceu o seu cora??o n?o
Killing The Thing That You Love
Brick by brick you built a mansion Piece by piece it seems You're tearing it down Once you walked so tall and handsome Now nobody even wants you around Now you're just some kind of Leftover
B?ser Wolf
Sie malt gern Bilder von sich selbst und riesengro?en M?nnern in einer Zwergenwelt. Sie wei? Geschichten, die sie nie erz?hlt, die meisten davon hat sie selber erlebt. Wie die vom b?sen Wolf, der hin und