Paroles
Where does everybody go to let down their hair?
No one will care or mind
Live the life of someone else that they'd like to be
Change their identity
There's a hotel down on 7th Street
Not seen left and very indiscreet
What goes on behind the doors
At seven o'clock, you get a shock
There's no names upon the register
Only cash, no checks with signatures
There's no questions asked concerning
Your circumstance, just pay in advance
Riding just a sunset check in late Friday night
Sneak down a flight to there
Worried all the happenings in room 24
Rugs by the door, what for?
It's a place you wouldn't recognize
From the outside you can't tell the lies
Inside every room there is a story to tell
In the hotel in the street
