Hotel Illness
Lyrics
Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine?
I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker's rule of thumb
It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment
Hypnotize by your rotten behavior
This week's fashion is last year's flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the world's greatest liar, every time
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment
So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment
No love ain't
Love ain't
Love is not a punishment
Writer(s): Chris Robinson, Christopher Mark Robinson, Rich Robinson, Rich S. Robinson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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