A Little Death by Neighbourhood
Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in
The concierge was cold,
The water pipes had mold all over them
The room was fit for two,
The bed was left in woods
The neighbor was knocking, yeah
But no one would let him in
Chorus:
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
Dance into the night
A vodka and a sprite
A glimpse of the silhouette
A night that they'd never forget
Chorus:
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
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