Hotel C. (Explicit)

On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year

Any time of year

You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard sweet summer sweat