Met Him In A Motel Room - Gwen Sebastian

She met him in a motel room in the shady part of town

With a set of satin sheets pulled back

And the window shades pulled down

Like a cotton dress, she let her fears fall down to the ground

With a «Do Not Disturb» sign on the door

She whispered I’ve never prayed to you before

Some people meet him in a church at a service on Sunday

As the preacher says the perfect words, they bow their heads to pray

And the choir sings a sweet forgiveness tune

She met him in a motel room

With a bottle full of sleeping pills and a long list of sins

She’d already planned on checking out before she checked in

She was gonna leave a goodbye note

Just needed paper and a pen

With that vacancy light blinking red

She found that bible in the drawer beside the bed

Some people meet him in a church at a service on Sunday

As the preacher says the perfect words, they bow their heads to pray

And the choir sings a sweet forgiveness tune

She met him in a motel room

No choir sang a sweet forgiveness tune

That’s not the way that they were introduced

She met him in a motel room

She met him in a motel room