Under The Wires Songtext

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von Welcome To Bobby's Motel

Under The Wires Songtext
Long drive, short dress
Under the wires, your friends
Her name, my time
Feeling so tired on a Tuesday
I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed
Sometimes i feel like I'm still there
The sheets of my bed were prepared
I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed
I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed
I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed
You know, this whole Motel 6 situation's gone straight to his head