Lobby

I
I think she wasn't honest with me
I think she was a stripper
She kicked me out of her room so quickly
That she left me in the hallway shirtless
Moving her hips,
Calling room service
In Elvis' heartbreak hotel..

That damn bulimic little thing
She pierced my heart with acrylics
Then she gets up and leaves in the early morning
No kiss, no bye bye, nothing
She opened the fridge, filled the bathtub
Scissorhands girl
And sudden music plays and her translucent blouse flies,
accelerates, stops and goes away!

Chorus
How am I supposed to find you
If you didn't even tell me your name
I'll have to bring you with my mind,
Dream your phone number
Or bump into you in some lobby

II
She doesn't want you to tell her your problems
She doesn't want you to read her your poems
She prefers to hurt those who hurt her
She prefers to destroy those who love her
Moving her hips,
Calling room service
In Elvis' heartbreak hotel
And the clothes were left wrinkled on the floor while she
did whatever she wanted on my couch!

Chorus
How am I supposed to find you
If you didn't even tell me your name
I'll have to bring you with my mind
Dream your phone number
Or stumble upon you in some lobby...

As your pastime, your hobby
Your toy, you told me to dress up and leave
Learn, shut up and respect.