Toronto
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I pack my bags, yeah
I call a cab, yeah
I call Nigel then I start to laugh,
Oh
How would I know, oh
Michigan is just as cold
The plane took off
And there I was
A car drove up
I had a new plan, yeah
One that would save my key
And spare her life so I could tell her:
"How my dear did we get here?"
Stinging clear like my breath
Oh my breath oh my
Riddled in tears
And shaking with fear
I am stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of my life
So I pulled up to the Hilton in Detroit
I checked into room four two zero
I ordered the sirloin au chateau
I phoned Nigel, the locksmith, my hero
Now I told him what I want
And he gave me a solution
"Now my main man, you need a camera with some super tight resolution like..."
"How my friend will this said end
Bring you so clear, so clear, so clear, goddamn
Pretend it's done and don't give a fuck
Or you're stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of your life."
I can't believe my luck
The only person I could trust
I call the Four Seasons in Toronto
The only place my girl would stay
The concierge was rather pleasant
When I called her by her first name
I ask her if she knows my girl
She seems so excited to say,
"She's in room eight eleven"
"So where would you like to stay?"
I say well,
"I don't know
Love to surprise her if it's apropos
Whatcha got on the ninth floor
Room nine eleven would be the most"
"Well sir, it's your lucky day
The room's open if you'd like to stay"
"Yes please I appreciate
Your discretion and your manners, Kate"
My flight lands at two nineteen
A short hand hails a cab for me
I tell the driver to head to the mall
So I could get some shopping done
I tell the cabby that I won't be long there
He agrees and keeps the meter on
I get a camera and twelve feet of rope there
Then we're off to the hotel
I check into nine eleven
Make a date with the mini bar
I wait up til five in the morning
When I know she's asleep for sure
I tie the rope to my balcony
Descend to her balcony
I pick the lock on the sliding glass door
Creep in and fall to the floor
I know she can't sleep with that key
So she leaves it out obviously
Right there for me to see
I take a picture then I start to think
"How my dear did we get here?"
Stinging clear like my breath
Oh my breath oh my
Riddled in tears
And shaking with fear
I am stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of my life
I can't believe my luck
The only person I could trust
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