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One Nightstand

well it aint home
but itll have to do for a while
got a fold down bed
two windows on the parking lot
three plates in the kitchenette
a table and chair where i can eat
a little black-and-white tv
a shower stall and a bathroom sink
and one two-drawer nightsand
barely enough room to be a man
and on the nightstand
sits a photograph
of my wife and kids
reminding me of how good it was
and right now, how bad it is
beside it there's a coffe cup
where i keep my wedding ring and stuff
and some nights it still keeps me up
how i got where i am
funny how a man's life can be reduced
to one nightstand
on the fifth of last november
on a business trip in strangers
alone for the night
she said 'hi im angie
and im from boston
would you drink a beer with me
If i bought'em?
so i hit the hotel bar with her
figured,what would it hurt?
sittin' on the bed

song performed by by Trace Adkins
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One Nightstand

well it aint home
but itll have to do for a while
got a fold down bed
two windows on the parking lot
three plates in the kitchenette
a table and chair where i can eat
a little black-and-white tv
a shower stall and a bathroom sink
and one two-drawer nightsand
barely enough room to be a man
and on the nightstand
sits a photograph
of my wife and kids
reminding me of how good it was
and right now, how bad it is
beside it there's a coffe cup
where i keep my wedding ring and stuff
and some nights it still keeps me up
how i got where i am
funny how a man's life can be reduced
to one nightstand
on the fifth of last november
on a business trip in strangers
alone for the night
she said 'hi im angie
and im from boston
would you drink a beer with me
If i bought'em?
so i hit the hotel bar with her
figured,what would it hurt?
sittin' on the bed

song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Notepad By My Bed

I keep a notepad
On the nightstand by my bed
To jot down thoughts
that late at night, fill my head

Thoughts that glide
into my brain
That if not captured quick
Slip away… down drowsy drain

A pad replete
With words and phrases
Caught before
I start to snore

Oft' make no sense
When viewed in daylight
As they so clearly
Did the night before

Still, as a writer should write
A little each day
E'en those words
That trip so lightly by night

And that is why, I suppose
Until the day I die
I'll keep a notepad
In which I'll write

On the nightstand
…By my bed…
Close upon
The reading light

poem by David Whalen
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The Urn....

He finally pulled in the drive.
Another endless night at work.
Exhausted, he turned off the car,
and stumbled for the back door.
The neighborhood cat rubbed
against his legs as he fumbled
for the key.
As he opened the door, he noticed
that the light over the sink was on.
Shaking his head, he shrugged, and set
down his lunchbox.
He reached in the cupboard for the
bottle and a glass. He poured a small
shot, and hesitated for a moment.
He could hear the night just outside
the window. Something inside of
him let down. He kicked back the shot,
and headed for the bathroom.
A quick shower, and he found his way
to the bedroom. Lying naked on the
bed, he lit a smoke, trying not to think.
He could hear the ticking of the clock in
the hallway. He put out the cigarette, and
dozed.

He awakened to the scent of her perfume.
He heard her voice, whispering, 'be still'.
He felt the presence of her body in the bed.
Her long hair draped across his face. He
felt her on top of him, her heat and her desire.
He raised his face to kiss her....
And then she was gone! Startled, he groped
at the bed, clutching air. He sat up and flipped
on the lamp.
The room was empty. A few crumpled dirty
clothes in the floor. The book he'd been reading
on the nightstand. But no sign of her!
His hands shaking, he lit a smoke, and blinked.
He looked around the room again.
Every nook, every cranny, every crack in the paint.
Finally, his eyes fixed on her dresser.
A picture of her on their wedding day. A half empty
bottle of her favorite perfume. And the urn.... the
urn, with her wedding ring lying on the base.
He flipped off the lamp, and wept.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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An Invitation.

She invited Joey
to her apartment
on the second floor

and as she opened the door
her dog came
barking along the hall

Shut up Bonaparte
she said
Go away

and the mutt walked back
with its tail
between its legs

to its basket
under the table
and she ushered Joey in

and closed the door behind her
and said
What would you like to drink?

tea coffee coke beer?
Coke will be fine
he said

and she told him
to go sit in the lounge
and once he sat down

he looked around the room
and on the small table
by the sofa where he sat

was a photograph of her
and her husband
taken on their wedding day

she dressed in white
and smiling
and he in a black suit

like a hit man
in a mobster movie
and she came in

with his coke
and set it on the table
by the sofa

and then went out again
swaying her behind
which made him smile

then she was back
with a tall glass
of white wine

and she set it down
on the table beside him
and sat down

and began talking
about the night
he had met her

and her husband
in the bar in town
and how she had invited

him over to meet her husband
and he had bought them
both a drink

and while her husband
talked to his friend
she had flirted with him

and made him laugh
and how after that
they'd all meet

on Friday evenings
in the same bar
and her husband

had invited him
to their place
to play chess

and he remembered
how he used to play chess
holding off letting

her husband win
so he could stay longer
and see her more often

and then she leaned over
to get her drink
and she put one hand

on his thigh
and reached over
for her wine

and he smelt her scent
and the brush of her hair
as she leaned over him

and having her glass
she leaned back
her hand still resting

on his thigh
and that look of mischief
burning in her eye.

poem by Terry Collett
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Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

by Bob Dylan
I saw it advertised one day,
Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way.
"Come along 'n' take a trip,
We'll bring you up there on a ship.
Bring the wife and kids
Bring the whole family."
Yippee!
Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket
To this Bear Mountain Picnic.
But little did I realize
I was in for a picnic surprise.
Had nothin' to do with mountains.
I didn't even come close to a bear.
Took the wife 'n' kids down to the pier,
Six thousand people there,
Everybody had ticket for the trip.
"Oh well." I said, "it's a pretty big ship.
Besides, anyway, the more the merrier."
Well, we all got on 'n' what d'ya think,
That big old boat started t' sink
More people kept a-pilin' on,
That old ship was a-slowly goin' down.
Funny way t' start a picnic.
Well, I soon lost track of m' kids 'n' wife,
So many people there I never saw in m' life
That old ship sinkin' down in the water,
Six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other,
Dogs a-barkin', cats a-meowin',
Women screamin', fists a-flyin', babies cryin',
Cops a-comin', me a-runnin'.
Maybe we just better call off the picnic.
I got shoved down 'n' pushed around,
All I could hear there was a screamin' sound,
Don't remember one thing more,
Just remember walkin' up on a little shore,
Head busted, stomach cracked,
Feet splintered, I was bald, naked. . .
Quite lucky to be alive though.
Feelin' like I climbed outa m' casket,
I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket.
Took the wife 'n' kids 'n' started home,
Wishin' I'd never got up that morn.
Now, I don't care just what you do,
If you wanta have a picnic, that's up t' you.
But don't tell me about it, I don't wanta hear it,
'Cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit.
Stay in m' kitchen, have m' own picnic. . .
In the bathroom.
Now, it don't seem to me quite so funny
What some people are gonna do f'r money.
There's a bran' new gimmick every day
Just t' take somebody's money away.
I think we oughta take some o' these people
And put 'em on a boat, send 'em up to Bear Mountain . . .
For a picnic.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I Hate Everything

He was sitting there beside me
Throwin' doubles down when he ordered up his third
He looked around, then he looked at me
And said I do believe I oughta have one more.
I hate this bar and I hate to drink,
But on second thought, tonight I think I hate everything.
Then he opened up his billfold and threw a 20 down
And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground
And I picked it up he said Thank ya bud.
I put it in his hand, He said I probably oughta throw
This one away, 'cause she's the reason I feel this way,
I hate everything.
I hate my job, and I hate my life.
If it werent for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife.
I know I should move on and try to start again,
But I just can't get over her leaving me for him.
Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring,
And said I hate everything.
He said, That one bedroom apartment where I get my mail,
Is really not a home, it's more like a jail,
With a swimming pool and a parking lot view. Man, it's just great!
I hate summer, winter, fall, and spring,
Red and yellow, purple, blue and green.
I hate everything.
I hate my job, and I hate my life.
If it werent for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife.
I know I should move on and try to start again,
But I just can't get over her leaving me for him.
Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring,
And said I hate everything.
So I pulled out my phone and I called my house
I said Babe, I'm coming home we're gonna work this out.
I paid for his drinks and I told him Thanks!
Thanks for everything...

song performed by by George Strait
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Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

I saw it advertised one day,
Bear mountain picnic was comin my way.
Come along n take a trip,
Well bring you up there on a ship.
Bring the wife and kids
Bring the whole family.
Yippee!
Well, I run right down n bought a ticket
To this bear mountain picnic.
But little did I realize
I was in for a picnic surprise.
Had nothin to do with mountains.
I didnt even come close to a bear.
Took the wife n kids down to the pier,
Six thousand people there,
Everybody had ticket for the trip.
Oh well. I said, its a pretty big ship.
Besides, anyway, the more the merrier.
Well, we all got on n what dya think,
That big old boat started t sink
More people kept a-pilin on,
That old ship was a-slowly goin down.
Funny way t start a picnic.
Well, I soon lost track of m kids n wife,
So many people there I never saw in m life
That old ship sinkin down in the water,
Six thousand people tryin t kill each other,
Dogs a-barkin, cats a-meowin,
Women screamin, fists a-flyin, babies cryin,
Cops a-comin, me a-runnin.
Maybe we just better call off the picnic.
I got shoved down n pushed around,
All I could hear there was a screamin sound,
Dont remember one thing more,
Just remember walkin up on a little shore,
Head busted, stomach cracked,
Feet splintered, I was bald, naked. . .
Quite lucky to be alive though.
Feelin like I climbed outa m casket,
I grabbed back hold of m picnic basket.
Took the wife n kids n started home,
Wishin Id never got up that morn.
Now, I dont care just what you do,
If you wanta have a picnic, thats up t you.
But dont tell me about it, I dont wanta hear it,
cause, see, I just lost all m picnic spirit.
Stay in m kitchen, have m own picnic. . .
In the bathroom.
Now, it dont seem to me quite so funny
What some people are gonna do fr money.
Theres a bran new gimmick every day
Just t take somebodys money away.
I think we oughta take some o these people
And put em on a boat, send em up to bear mountain . . .
For a picnic.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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This Hotel Room

By: steve goodman
1975
Uh this hotel rooms gotta lotta stuff
Laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty two hangers and a touch tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I aint home
I aint home
I aint home
You better leave a message cause
I aint home
They got an air conditioner for when Im hot
A radiator for when Im not
Two big chairs sittin side by side
With a holy Bible and the tv guide
Tv guide
The tv guide
Great God almighty
Its the tv guide
I gotta second story view from curb to curb
I gotta sign that reads do not disturb
A monogrammed towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies
A mirror that lies
That couldnt be me
In the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drink
A porcelain throne and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king-size bed
Put in a quarter
Turn out the light
Magic fingers makes ya feel alright
Uh feel alright
Feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Uh this ol hotels all right with me
They pay the postage if you lose the key
This hotel rooms gotta lot of stuff
But I do believe Ive had enough
Called my baby said dont you pout
Im packin my bags and Im checkin out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window Im comin home
Comin home
Uh comin home
Stick a candle in the window
Im comin home
Whoa comin home
Comin home
Stick a candle in the window
Im comin home
-- spoken: thank you boys

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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On Dating A Woman Not Your Wife

oh i know how it feels

i wear black
a coat to blend to the night
when i date
a woman not my wife

i imagine a room
a bottle of champagne
a glass

i imagine i undress myself
have my shower
with her
together

we clean ourselves with soap
and water
at the hotel

and then we wipe ourselves
with a clean white
towel

and we spray perfume
to our warm bodies
we imagine
we sleep tonight
and do
the things we have long imagined

we imagine
we wake up the following morning
some light
filtering in
the venetian blinds

some lights
stab our eyes
and we feel the hurt after
the pleasures
that even outside the room
of the hotel that night

we still imagine
sometimes we imagine we have no guilt at all
but it is always there

we still imagine
and we imagine we can sleep soundly

on eyes closed
we travel somewhere else thinking about the first paradise

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thats Why Im Here

(shaye smith/mark alan springer)
No I aint had nothing to drink
I knew thats probably what youd think
If I dropped by this time of night
Remember way back when
I promised you Id drop in
At one of those meetings down at the y
Well, they started talkin bout steps you take
Mistakes you make
The hearts you break
And the price you pay
I almost walked away
You could hear a pin drop
When this old man
Stood up and said Im gonna say it again
Like I do every week
For those who dont know me
Its the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most, when you lose control
And everything you love starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
Yah, Ive been there, thats why Im here
This ole boy stood up in the aisle
Said hed been living a life of denial
And he cried as he talked about wasted years
I couldnt believe what I heard
It was my life word for word
And all of the sudden it was clear
Its the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most, when you lose control
And everything you love starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
Yah, Ive been there, thats why Im here
I know for us it may be too late
But it would mean the world to me
If you were there when I stand to say
Its the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most, when you lose control
And everything you love starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
Yah, Ive been there, thats why Im here
Oh, Ive been there, thats why Im here

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 164

She said “I’m not being funny, but I need my benefits
So I can fit my kids in a big new car
I their dads can’t pay as they’re all different guys
And I don’t really know who they are
And I’m not being funny but I need handouts for food,
Yes, its true that most is spent of cigs and drink
And of course my lottery tickets should be funded by you
So it’s not my cash going down the sink
And I’m not being funny but I’d really like a job
I want to get some work honestly
But not cleaning or manual stuff, I’ve to much pride for that
And every boss has it in for me
They asked me to turn up on time and work while I am there
And won’t let me skive which I find cruel
I’m not being funny but you should all pay for me”
And I didn’t find it funny at all

poem by Flying Lemming
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Not Tonight

Like a Siren calling me
Relentlessly to death,
My latent love of alcohol
haunts my every breath.

It started out quite innocent-
A scotch sipped here and there-
Progressing by degrees into
a sordid love affair.

A beer or three drunk at the game
And I was good company.
But, starting in the parking lot
I got disorderly.

Once a few drinks were consumed
Cold winter evenings lost their gloom-
Until my wife divorced me-
Now I live in rented rooms.

I managed, barely, while at work
I’ve got a union card.
I was often absent Mondays
which my boss thought very odd.

I had to find myself some help
To rise from my despair-
Wednesday nights in my church basement
There’s an A.A. meeting there.

I have a mentor guiding me
He’s been to Hell and back.
He always takes my phone calls
when Johnnie Walker wants me back..

And so I will not drink today
Ten weeks now I’ve been sober.
I spilled the drink into the sink-
I think… I hope it’s over.

While this is a work of fiction, it is a true story for many friends of Bill W.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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My Childless Home

i have a home, not just a house,
you may disagree, but it is a home to me.
my heart longs for it
and my body likes to sleep with it.
i have this home and you may see it
and feel it, like it is your home,
but then you may complain,
there is no sound of a child yawning,
or a kid playing with his toys,
there is none in my home, but it is the sweetest home
i ever had, a simple home, with windows and doors,
a wife serving me dinner, only for the two of us
a table, two plates, two cups,
a set of spoons, a hot soup, and a happy
conversation.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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November Nights

September nights
Tend to scream
'Baby I thought you
Said you loved me'

October nights
Remind me
Of 'we' the 'us':
So in love.

November nights
November nights
What A fright
November nights

Ending of my present life
Nothing ever seemed so right
I need you by my side
I died, I died on November nights

September nights
what a wonderful thing
My beginning
How Ironic.

My birth day
Our beginning
Oh what a wonderful month
September means love

October nights
Oh so beautiful
Happiness, hope
A whole family

My daddies' birthdays
One here, one deceased
Praised and mourned
Mixed Octobers

November nights
Panic. Thanksgiving.
Thanks for what?
November killed my father

November nights
A car crash
14 years ago
And then you end me

November nights
November nights
What A fright
November nights

Literal ending of his life
Nothing ever seems all right
Momma needed him by her side
He died, He died on a November night

poem by Gabriella Franco
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[03] Unkind April

You left me and I had nothing to hold
I have only vomited pain to bathroom

I am here and you are there at home
I had nothing to do or say to anything
You may need but still I demand you
Kindly pour me baby as an ice-cream

I have lost my brain and soul in April
I can not sleep sound during nights

Just a finger which I could not drink
I have kept that desire into chest-drawer
With my Elizabeth Arden after flatten

But in this non-aromatic crack of dawn
A sharp kitchen knife became equipped
On my breakfast table to sliver musing

‘No' have sprouted from zero to bloom
Infeasibility— April is unkind like you

poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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Ironic

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny

song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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The Old Man alone in his room

He doesn't like to talk
just sits quietly
never smiles or laughs.
Won't join in any of the games,
eats his meals in his room
leaves his tray outside the door.
Next to his bed is a black and white
photograph of a man in uniform.
In a drawer lie medals covered by socks,
bravery hidden away.
He can hear laughter outside his room
as he stares out of his window at a dark cold sky.
When the sun shines he likes to feed the birds,
a squirrel takes food from his outstretched hand.
One day his tray isn't outside the door,
outside a lone squirrel waits.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Picture (feat. Gretchen Wilson)

Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I aint seen the sun shine in three damn days
Been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if i'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while
I'm lying next to her (x2)
I called you last night at the hotel
Everyone knows but they wont tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just aint right
I've been waiting on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while
I'm lying next to him (x2)
I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same ol' same how have you been
Since you been gone my worlds been dark and gray
You reminded my of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was head of the church
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home (x2)
I just called to say I love you
Come back home

song performed by by Kid Rock
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Ironic

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late

[Chorus]
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've tought...it figures

Mr. Play It Save was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he tought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...don't you think

[Chorus]

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...

[Chorus]

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny

song performed by by Oasis
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Notell Hotel

I checked into the room and I checked the view
And then I locked and chained the door
I had time to kill I had space to fill
Like a prisoner on the floor
But then the silence broke, theres a woman
Screaming down the hall
And I wondered what was going on
Here at the notell hotel
So I killed the light and I slipped the chain
Took a peek into the hall
I was just in time to see the waiter trip
And drop the dinner on the floor
But the bellboy smiled as the elevator started to fall
And I wondered what was going on
Down at the notell hotel
Ooh, I love a mystery (cover up and intrigue)
Life can be a thriller, a fantasy of everything I see
Ooh, how I love a mystery (turned up raincoats)
Secret agents, waiting for the missing clue
At a rendezvous
I heard the sound of feet and I looked out to
Meet a girl I knew Id seen before
She had the kind of looks, you see in dirty books
And she was dripping on the floor
She was taking a shower when someone tiptoed in
And turned out the lights
Its gonna be one of those nights
Down at the notell hotel
I took her into my room and picked the lock on the bar
To get a drink to calm her down
Then the mirror cracked as the window shook
And the table turned around
And when I grabbed at the phone
There was a voice at the end of the line
Is that 1059? is anything wrong, is there anything wrong
Here at the notell hotel
Ooh, I love a mystery (cover up and intrigue)
Life can be a thriller, a fantasy of everything I see
Ooh, how I love a mystery (turned up raincoats)
Secret agents, waiting for the missing clue
At a rendezvous

song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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