3 A.M.
I read it
Your room is empty
I'm saddened
Out in the heat
She bought it
You wake up one way
And stay there
She can't reach
Your wages
But she can visit
Hotel rooms
Your stages
But she can service
Your back room
I don't want to know you give me dead eyes
I'd hate to have a body that was stuck with dead eyes
The things you said were just not right
And I don't want to know you if you give me dead eyes
I'd like to see this end