Hotel Room - Ron Pope

Beautiful hotel room

Cold part of the country

In the warmer months

Complicated woman her needs were all too simple

Couldn’t give her what she wants

But in the warm glow of a street lamp

I was watching as she slept

I brought a bottle of champagne

And she laid naked as the last time that we met

She said, tell me if you missed me

Spare me all your stories

We do not have much time

From somewhere in the distance

Another place is calling me

Soon I’ll say goodbye

But in the warm glow of a street lamp

I was watching as she slept

I brought a bottle of champagne

And she laid naked as the last time that we met

And with her lips upon my fingers

And then my hands dug in her waist

We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside

Sing for me I promise

I’ll tell you that your pretty

I’ll tell you that your mine

Your head upon my shoulder

My fingers in your hair

Tomorrow on my mind

But in the warm glow of a street lamp

I was watching as she slept

I brought a bottle of champagne

And she laid naked as the last time that we met

And with her lips upon my fingers

And then my hands dug in her waist

We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside

Beautiful hotel room

Cold part of the country

In the warmer months