Livin' my life in a slow hell Different girl every night at the hotel I aint seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
The hotel room was dark, the only source of light in the room came from a small gap in the curtains. The man got out of the bed and felt along the wall until he found the desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down. He placed his head in his hands and let out a deep sign.
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky Wish I had a good girl to miss me Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
He turned on the small lamp, it gave him enough light to see the bottle of Whisky on the table. He reached for the bottle and poured a generous amount into a glass. He opened the draw on the right side of the desk, he placed his hand in and pulled out a silver frame. In the frame was a photo of the two of them together. He smiled, remembering her touch, her scent, her body, her lips. Oh, her lips. Just thinking about her kisses made him.....
He thoughts were interrupted by someone calling his name. He turned around to see Torrie Wilson sitting up in the bed.
"Babe, what you doing?", She asked, racking a hand through her blond locks.
"Nothing babe, just couldn't sleep. That's all", He said, as he put the photo back in the draw.
I put your picture away Sat down and cried the day I can't look at you I'm lyin' next to her
He got back in the bed, Torrie ran her finger over his chest playfully and grinned seductively. "Well, you looked like you were thinking about something", She whispered. He moaned as she started to nibble at his ear lobe. "I can help make you forget all about it", she said before crushing his lips with her own.
But he couldn't stop thinking about that girl in the photo. She was his everything. He wanted her so bad. What he had with Torrie was purely physical. Torrie was sexy, he would be the first to admit that. But her beauty was only skin deep. Now that girl in the photo, she was something else. But he had lost her.
I put your picture away sat down and cried today I can't look at you I'm lyin' next to her