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
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