Well it was down some street we couldn’t even pronounce We were smoking a little from a half an ounce The tequila was cheap but the flow we were feeling was real Neither one of us looking for three little words Unless those three words were ‘do not disturb’ Checkout was s’posed to be noon but we slept in ’til three She kept the hotel key Slipped it in her purse I guess, it makes her think of me And that night we left our hearts on our sleeves and the clothes all over the floor We both know we can’t open the door no more.