Joan Osborne

Where are the bones on that one
What if the cure is worse than the disease
Serve me up some pretty, pretty people
Serve me up somebody I can believe
Dont feel sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home
I say, Im just fallin from grace
Im naked in a hotel room
My station comin in, comin in loud and clear
Im makin out with my one true love
Im makin this hotel room disappear
Stop feelin sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home