Texty

Got me in my hotel room More pillows I could ever use I think they call it luxury But it doesn't make a difference to me 'Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Staring at the picture on the wall Yeah it's pretty clever but it's got no soul Show me your masterpiece And it wouldn't make difference to me 'Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my I see all these aeroplanes But just wanna walk Baby, it's happening But I just wanna talk So baby, won't you come back Oh I need something real I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheets Your feet rubbing up against my I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my
Writer(s): Tom Peter Odell, Dean Cover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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