Small Room

Clothes, clothes are all dirty
And we know that
We’ll have to find a way
To the closest laundromat
Well I knew I was in a hotel room
When I saw the painting on the wall
Like a scene out of a Mills and Boon
Like a rip-off of a Tretchikoff
Tow lonely boats next to the sea
A seagull flying, a house and a tree
And I looked at you
And you looked to me
And I though to myself
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
How I know you
How I’d Show You
Shows, shows are so many
In every different place
Place your faith in another
I’ll be there to help keep face
Well, I wish I would say what I really mean
But the words arrange me in between
If you could read my mind
If you could read my soul
I’d never have to let you know
I’d never have to let you know
I’ll be your friend forever, boy
Even when we act so clever, boy
I’ll be your friend forever, boy
Even when we act so clever, boy
How I know you
How I’d Show You
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
I’ll get stuck in a small room with you
Any day, any day
Any day now