Harlem - South of France lyrics

Drivin' in the south of France
And I'm blastin' Abba moroccan guy askin me
A sensual question lookin' at the beach
It's a shame that it's a rainin'
I wish I could take a swim
Instead I'm stuck in a cab with a stranger
Drank last night and I feel like shit

I hate every book I ever read
Take back the words I never said
I need somewhere to rest my head
I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med

Two years later I'm back in the same town
This time I brought my girlfriend
We fought at the beach and
Slept at a fish shop
We told each other it was the end
All the girls on the beach
All topless and tan
Real pretty bodies but with faces like men
I wish I was different more like the fall
But every time I try I realize I can't

I hear a party in room 13
I can hear all of them people scream
Ever wait four years at the fucked up drape
I'm just gonna wait for the next day

Next day I wake up i drink coffee
And I go for a walk around town
Buy some drugs off a street man
Go back to the hotel lie back down
I'm thinkin' there's a gas leak in my room
I'm on drugs i'm freakin' out
Do I call the deskman and tell him
Or do I just go back to sleep?

I hate every book I ever read
Take back the words you never said
I need somewhere to rest my head
I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med