screams Coming from this big white door I haven't seen before Room eleven what is there inside? Doom or an exit what will I find? Room eleven I'm dazed
A sweet girl of eleven years Within her brain: The darkest fear caught by absolute disaster Her virginity - lost to the own father There he comes with
, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like
I checked into the room and I checked the view And then I locked and chained the door I had time to kill I had space to fill Like a prisoner on the floor
die Witness the tears falling free from my eyes Before she could reply Though we were born without a silver spoon My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room
The elevator, in the hotel lobby has a lazy door The man inside is going to a hotel room He jumped out right after seeing just the very sight of me Decided
shots, I call audibles Jacob the jeweler, baubles, Lauraine Schwartz sorta dude It's big balling baby when I'm courting you I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms
t keep track until your heart attack Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my submarine Hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me Need an elevator
troublin' You and me bubblin' Why don't we get this poppin' Top floor with no disturbing Room service in the morning This will be the night that we uuuh Elevator
2] Yo, yo, yo, come on Why don't we get this popping top floor with no disturbing Room service in the morning This will be the night that we uuuh Elevators
shut And more work was cut, And the fire in the air, it felt frozen. 'Til a man come to speak And he said in one week That number eleven was closin'.
clones; therefore It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections It's magnified to new levels of elevation
place and quickly rolled up Bulldozed through the living room Hopped out of the car and started to blow up Buck, Buck, and a kaboom Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving
it black and blue Time of yo live, I got that boo Creep late nights up in hotel rooms We drank, eat shrooms Kill something, crank the volume Fuck in every room
I guess you're over them No big surprise you let them down again You did it all for an elevated view from the closet in your room You did it all for you
Auditorium Theatre, Chicago March 3, 1988 Performance by Sting] FZ: Alright . . . Now, this afternoon on my way down the elevator we stopped at the
