I lay here in the dark at the paper thin motel.
Drinking gin and listening to the rain drop on the dark tin roof.
But then next door, through the half open door, was the sound of love.
It echoed through the hall and bounced off the walls.
How much I showed you love, or how much I spent my money.
you still got away, didn't you honey?
For men in ferraris and hair full of grease. All whom you desired
and wanted to piece. You with your full grown chest, they had the
hands and you did the rest. As time goes by, it all seems to fade.
All the times with you and the love that we made. I remember you well at the paper thin motel of paper thin walls and rose petals that fall.
I once had it all.
At the paper thin motel.