Hello room 26,
Do you remember me?
For I am the girl from Reno
With the heart of gold...
Yes I ran out of money
And the world is full of crap,
Yet all I can remember
Is the roaches on the wall,
Oh what a dirty room you have
Well I guess that makes me dirty
For I sleep in dirty rooms,
What can I say?
And there's that Christmas tree
All over again...
With dirty lights
And unscented ornaments,
And what about the sentiments?
For the tree looks sad
In Las Vegas
And it is wearing dirty clothes
And dirty shoes
And it talks just like a man
Vying for my attention,
Should I say yes?
Well maybe I'll take him up
To room 26.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2023 17:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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