I said I'd never knock again
on # 22
Baby, how are you?
Some nights something grabs
you and
you don't even knowwhat
it is.
Give me a kiss.
Leave that black slip on and
dance just like you
did last time.
I'm so glad your plans for
leaving fell through -
just like mine.
Ain't no air conditioning,
the ceiling fan don't work
too well.
Guess we'll have to sweat
it out again at the
Ballingal Hotel.
One night I knocked on the
wrong door
and myself as an old man answered
- so drunk
and so poor.
I said I'd never come again
to this ugly old hotel -
but what the hell.
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