Motel Blues

In this town, television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock n roller do?
Bed so big, the sheets are clean
Youre girlfriend said you were nineteen
The Styrofoam ice buckets full of ice
Come up to my motel room and treat me nice
I dont wanna make no late night New York calls
I dont wanna stare at those ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically I know youre young
But when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue
Ill write a song for you and put it on my next LP
Come up to my motel room and sleep with me
Theres a Bible in the drawer, dont be afraid
Ill put up a sign to warn the cleanup maid
Theres lots of soap and lots of towels
Never mind those desk clerk scowls
Ill buy you breakfast, theyll think youre my wife
Come up to my motel room and save my life