Under the Wires
by Pottery
From the album: Welcome to Bobby's Motel
Duration: 3:54
Lyrics for Under the Wires
Long drive, short dress Under the wires, your friends Her name, my time Feeling so tired on a Tuesday I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed Sometimes I feel like I'm still there The sheets for my bed were prepared I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed I've been here all week, I have the right to be fed You know, this whole Motel 6 situation's gone straight to his head (Hey) (A, yeah) (A, yeah)