Biltmore Hotel

I still see your legs
On those plastics beds
At the Biltmore Hotel
Where you were white as a shell

Making basic wage
In the Information Age
But it's what people do
We're always the ones getting screwed

I don't mind if you don't mind
Tonight I'll come back to your house
Somehow you make me see myself in a different light
Make me feel alright
Throw me around

In the darkest room
I turn 'round too soon
And you fall every time
Story as old as mankind

I don't mind if you don't mind
Tonight I'll come back to your house
Somehow you make me see myself in a different light
Make me feel alright
Throw me around



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Liddle
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