Motel Blues Lyrics & Chords By Bombay Bicycle Club

In this town television shuts off at two,
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.
there's styrofoam ice buckets, 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
hell piece.
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 on 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,
I think you're my wife.
Come up to my motel room and
save my life