Motel Madonna
Lynn Maudlin
My car broke down & I spent the night in a cheap motel on the outskirts of San Bernardino. Not a great place: next door a couple of hookers turned tricks all night and the queue went past my room. Eventually I fell asleep and in the morning I wrote this song, trying to figure out the kind of mental armor you'd have to wear in order to sell your body.
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