Money Motel

If you're looking for a worth indicator, baby, it's not me
I burnt both my feet, keeping my head in the sand till I couldn't breathe
Cotton onto candy floss until it started rotting my back teeth
Coffee mugs and sugar lumps were all I'd rely on for energy

It's what they did to me
Girl, you better get yourself out of the polythene world
Girl, you oughta check yourself out of the money motel

Gin and juice is good for you until you start to realise that you're sick
Preaching till the preacher comes, it's surely an image that shouldn't stick
But my dear it is what it is

Girl, you better get yourself out of the polythene world
Girl, you oughta check yourself out of the money motel

Pull your expectations at the thread
Knit yourself a scarf and go to bed
I said what I said

Girl, you better get yourself out of the polythene world
Girl, you oughta check yourself out of the money motel
Girl, you better get yourself out of the polythene world
Girl, you oughta check yourself out of the money motel



Credits
Writer(s): John Fields, Katy Forkings
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