Versuri Saturdays

Hot motel 
Stuffy inside 
I know well 
These eleven walls 
Hot black tar 
I tan my legs 
Rest my heart 
And dream of the city 
 
Magazine 
And diet Coke 
I'm not a joke 
This is me 
Damaged leg 
Heavy cart 
Plastic cups 
Linen mart 
 
Rock garden 
Where I used to play 
People stare 
Part of their day 
Coffee break 
Lunch at noon 
Pumpernickel steak 
Green and orange room 
 
Done my list 
I make my way 
To help my mother 
End her day 
Fresh cut grass 
Parking lot 
We roll on out 
We got a lot 
 
We're on our way 
Roll the windows down 
And scream out loud 
Oh we're tired now 
 
Take it home 
Stop on the way 
To the bakery 
For some fruit and cake 
And home I lay 
After a shower clean 
I hit my head 
And I dream