Loveless Motel Lyrics - Singles - Jill Sobule

It used to be a motel 

Now they serve biscuits and t-shirts 

I bring my own tea bag 

I don't trust the coffee 

But the biscuits are delicious 

They come eight to a plate with a big block of butter 

and homemade peach preserves 

And I wish you were here, my arrogant lover 

I'd make you eat grits and the red-eyed gravy 

I'd make you sit down with the southern ladies and 

their blue pantsuits 

I'd talk about Jesus 

Talk about the weather 

Watch you squirm as I told them we were married with two girls 

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I'd say you were in trucking 

And I was a teacher 

In a Christian school where the kids are good 

And they don't do drugs and they save themselves 

before they're married 

I wouldn't tell them you had a wife 

That wasn't me and we just had sex 

And they wouldn't be impressed if I told them you knew Lou Reed 

And the stars upon the walls look down at me like gods 

There's Ernest Borgnine and Billy Ray Cyrus and my favorite Minnie Pearl 

So I go for the coffee 

It's not bad just a little weak 

And I ask the waitress for another plate of the famous biscuits 

She said you must have a bottomless pit 

I said you don't know the half of it 

Lately I've been so hungry 

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And the stars upon the wall look down at me like gods 

Minnie she just shakes her head 

She said "Girl get your heart out of the frying pan" 

It used to be a motel 

Now they serve biscuits and smoked ham 

I write you a postcard from the loveless motel