The Blackstone

Sitting in the lobby of the Blackstone hotel Inebriated as well You walked by with that pink outfit on And well I wanted you I wanted you Your hair was bleached and doctored and blond And your face showed your years But I could see through the makeup and such Your beauty so obscured I wanted you I wanted you You just wanted a coffee I sat at the bar The TV was full of static But I could see Iraq was being bombed I wanted you I wanted you