| Good day sir
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| If you need anything let us know
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| Hope you enjoy your stay
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| Lord knows I’ve been lower
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| Locked underneath the cellar door
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| I’ve been bent til I broke but never poor
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| You might ask why I’m smiling
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| With empty pockets can’t you tell
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| Diamonds shine in the midnight sky
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| And the world is my million star motel
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| L-U-P I’m back where the beat at
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| Love always shines every time I see that
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| Hugging the track if you’re under attack
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| And you’re stuck, I’ll be back in your arms like a relapse
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| Take you out the lobby, put you where a suite at
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| Sweet you ain’t gotta check, gotta bring the key back
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| Keep that do not disturb on the door
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| This a non-smoking floor, not where infidels creep at
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| In a room where the lovers don’t cheat at
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| Concierges, room service
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| Complimentary mini-bar, you ain’t reserve this
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| But you deserve this, and we all agree that
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| House-keep let you sleep where you dream at
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| And if you need new dreams we can bring that
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| This the W-O-R-L-D
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| Anytime, anything where Nikki Jean at
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| God bless not-believers
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| They teach the dreamers how to fly
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| Love and hate fuel the fire inside their eyes
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| The suits and the schemers
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| Can’t see beyond what they can sell
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| Diamond shine in the midnight sky
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| And the world is my million star motel
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| Checked into a room with a view
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| One brick wall, one portrait of you
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| Still feel like I was walking into
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| A place more blessed than the less fortunate do
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| But, it couldn’t be more far from the truth
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| Spot look small, not far from the booth
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| And the basement not far from the roof
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| And the whole staff look way darker than blue
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| But, I’m not really wanting for too much
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| I could feel like a millionaire with a few bucks
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| Whether in black Chucks or a new tux
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| Some take note but never give two fucks
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| Whether Wu-Tang Clan or the Klu-Klux
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| Wonder how the world gon' handle the new stuff
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| Find true love, that’s my new drug
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| Nikki Jean get the orchestra cued up
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| You might ask why I’m smiling
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| With empty pockets can’t you tell
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| Diamond shine in the midnight sky
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| And the world is my million star motel |