I'm late I hate this Super 8
I'd like to be at home
We could start from scratch
I'm not attached
Just lead me to the buffer zone

High on burning leaves
And the hot suburb breeze
There's a parking lot out back
By the ice machine and the putting green
I lost my room key
I can't get it back

I'm like a suped up harlot
On a downtown drag
I gotta say this view
Is not the best I've had
It's not the best I've had

Draining the pool in a heatwave
Is cruel
From up here on the second story
You take a picture
On this miracle mile
You could be anywhere in the
Country
It's sad but it's true
It's conglomerate goo
It's part-time low-fat money
Fake grass and take-out
You could be anywhere in the country

I'm like a suped up harlot
On a downtown drag
I gotta say this view is
It's not the best I've had

I'm like a suped up harlot
On a downtown drag
I gotta say this view
Is not the best I've had
The best I've had
But it's not that bad
It's not that bad

It's love-hate
Love-hate
It's love-hate



Lyrics submitted by geekusa

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