Hotel Illness

Oh good heavens, baby where is my medicine? Well I must have left it outside with my etiquette The undertakers rule of thumb, ooh It's hard to talk with a Novocain tongue Yes it is This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are not your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love ain't a punishment Hypnotize by your rotten behavior Yeah, this weeks fashion is last years flavor I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders Yeah, the politics of the worlds greatest liar Every time This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are not your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love ain't a punishment So tell me, baby Is it true all those things That they say about you This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are not your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love ain't a punishment Yeah, no, no, no