Concrete
Got me in my hotel roomMore pillows I could ever useI think they call it luxuryBut it doesn't make a difference to me
Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concreteJust the two of us and no sheetJust your feet rubbing up against my
Staring at the picture on the wallYeah it's pretty clever but it's got no soulShow me your masterpieceAnd it wouldn't make a difference to me
Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concreteJust the two of us and no sheetJust your feet rubbing up against myOh rubbing up against myOh rubbing up against myOh rubbing up against my
I see all these aeroplanesBut I just wanna walkBaby, it's happeningBut I just wanna talkSo baby won't you come backOh I need something real
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