Letras
She merely asked you a question
And you came unglued
Depriving this nice hotel room
Of a romantic interlude
The bottle of bubbly you ordered
Is knocking at the door
The number you rolled together
Is smoldering on the floor
Bad luck followed you over
Like an Eskimo
Blank look, a foreign language
Probably saying, "I told you so"
But you don't know what it means
Or if the snowy twilight gleam in his eye
Is a bad trip or just a bad dream
She's not coming out of the bathroom
Or texting back
So you climb under the covers
Watch pay-per-view and relax
She wakes you up wearing an outfit
You don't recognize
Indian-style besides you
Staring daggers into your eyes
Bad luck followed you over
Like an Eskimo
Blank look, a foreign language
Probably saying, "I told you so"
But you don't know what it means
Or if the snowy twilight gleam in his eye
Is a bad trip or just a bad dream