& she's a pretty little thing, she is
her careful hands you hold are gloved in white
& she's a pretty little thing, she is
you're laced with b r i l l i a n t smiles tonight
defiled Motel 6 sign lets you know it
has v a c a n c y for you (your new friend, too)
a dirty window— the dirty window—
it seems to say, "you see through me, don't you?"
a lipstick stain's all she leaves behind her
( it's crimson, a bouquet of dead roses )
the only difference here's the color
of the powder on the women's noses
the pretty words you wanted there to be
tonight are (always) still just out our reach
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