Room Eleven

Smoky rooms, city noises
Traffic lights and a lot of different voices
A breeze in the trees
Evening sun... oh yeah, it's Saturday
Sweet summer music, very fine
Too many shiny lips
Drinking too much wine
Flying dresses red and blue
Seem to walk in circles
Like tigers in high heeled shoes
It's too damn hot
I wish I'd fit my shoes
My hands are sweaty
And my belt is too tight
Ooh!
Reminds me of a chocolate I ate last night
It was hard to fight
Packed train, bad news surrounds me
Testing my nerves
It's one of these days
Thunder is coming
Rain will soon start to fall
It's one of these days
Light-years of waiting
It seems like forever before you call
Steamy chat
Six White Russians
And a Pink Pussycat
Stumbling on the dance floor
Tripping on my tongue
Asking for more