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Sunday Stories Like last Sunday I am too lazy to create anything, so I am going back in my personal archives for something I wrote in the past. I got the idea from when I was seeing a Lady in Tulsa. We would meet up either at my place or her house when it was time for you know what. One Friday night we were both in the mood big time but my roomie was having a party and her daughters were having a slumber party. So we did what any normal fornicating couple would do in the same situation. We found a cheap motel. And cheap is what it was. The whole experience made me think of the Eagles Hotel California. So with apology to the Eagles, my version of The Holiday Hotel Tulsa. On a dark urban highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of refineries, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the window; I heard the siren wail And I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then she used my credit card and showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say.. Welcome to the Holiday Motel Tulsa Such a divey place (Such a grotty place) Such a leathered face Plenty of room at the Holiday Motel Tulsa Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here Her mind is definitely-twisted, she got the Chevy on blocks She got a lot of pretty, pretty girls she calls hoes How they dance in the parking lot, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to for bets So I called up the Office, "Please bring me clean towels" He said, "We haven't had any of those here since nineteen sixty nine" And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the Holiday Motel Tulsa Such a divey place (Such a grotty place) Such a leathered face They snortin’ it up at the Holiday Motel Tulsa What a helluva surprise (what a helluva surprise) Bring your alibis Mirrors cracked and walls peeling, Heater feels like ice And she said "We are all just prisoners here, let me read your rights" And in the Paddy Wagon, They cuffed us all real nice They gang bangers try to stab us with their steely knives, But the police make them cease Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the cell To call the man about bail Relax, " said the police man, "We are programmed to receive. Better not bend over or you might not want what you recieve, But the judge says when you can leave! " Have a great Sunday Folks. My name is Dean and I am a Blogoholic |
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too funny Dean .. love it.. Nothing wrong with reposting from your list.. Most of us have not seen it before hugsssssssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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