motel eyes

her come-on was direct and strong, from her question to her kiss, she said she'd had a little much to drink, she didn't usually do this, but she was looking for another head to scalp tonight, and she had me right between her sights, i turned to face her as the jukebox clicked off, playing a favorite song, and she looked pretty in the low lit bar, but something was wrong, i saw a dull red neon sign flashing in her eyes, it said "vacancy," she had motel eyes, they were black as the night, and shone like a star, fueled by the light, from a medicine jar, i looked again but there was nothing there, but ice in her eyes, there's no disguising motel eyes, she had the angles all down pat, her average must be high, and though it could have been a pleasure, i just had to say goodbye, though there was something wicked, about the way she flexed her thighs, she scared me with her motel eyes, she started saying something, bout movement versus size, the sign kept on flashing in her motel eyes, black as the night, black as the night, motel eyes