Bombay Bicycle Club - Motel Blues lyrics

In this town, television shuts off at two
Oh, what can a lonely rock and roller do?
Oh, the beds are big and
The sheets are clean, and
Your girlfriend said you were nineteen
The Styrofoam ice bucket's full of ice
Come up to my motel room and treat me nice

I don't wanna make no late
Night New York calls
I don't wanna stare at them
Ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically, I know you're young
But when you kissed me in the
Club you bit my tongue
I'll write you a song and put
It on my next LP come up to my motel room
And sleep with me
There's a Bible in the drawer
Don't be afraid
I'll put up a sign warn the clean-up maid


Oh, there's lots of soap and
There's lots of towels
Never mind those desk clerk scowls
I'll buy you breakfast
They'll think you're my wife
Come up to my motel room and save my life