"It's just a game!" I said, no need to beat him up
Rafael later thanked me by lending me his toothbrush
We may be strangers, but tell me what's more intimate
Than sharing shower, soap and bed sheets 16 bunks and and each breath
In just a few weeks I've made oh so many friends
I'm full of itching lovemarks and the desk clerks know my name
I'm running out of road and clean clothes to wear
I never really packed my bag when I went from there
From my window I see rooftops, purple skies and stars
I Wonder what you're thinking, how you do and where you are
But I better turn my light out 'cause between three and four
The city shuttle shakes these beds and the dust off the walls
He in the bed above me has been snoring for an hour
And the Korean couple's making love in the stairs
I don't like it here
But I can't bear it elsewhere
