The cheap motel
On the side of the wary road at midnight
That you always come to
When you can't
Or won't
Carry on
There when you need me
Welcoming you at any hour of the night
Welcoming you back at any hour of the night
At first call
Though you always leave the bed unmade
And you take away anything you can
And I know well
Given your discerning taste
That you'll go on to your finer establishments
Whenever you can
Expecting there to be a vacancy here
And expecting that I'll take you in
Should you need something in a pinch
Pity that you're right
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