I’m Checking Out

Pochette de l'album Philippe DeBarge.

Cette histoire de chambre d’hôtel a des accents très dylaniens.

Paroles

[???] but that started [???]
Sign here and take your key, son, and try to keep it up [???]
[???] but instead right in the [???]
He said « that ain’t what’s hanging me up, I was talking about your hat »

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On my way down to the restaurant, I passed a cocktail bar
I stopped inside for a [???] but I decided to have a [???]
? as he looked down to the [???]
And the lone [???] to a strangers [???]

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« Take me to the dirty floor room [???]
That’s what I told the [???] when I was staring inside
I crossed [???] to find [???]
‘Cause looking round [???] he said « I’m sorry son, not my room »

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Got to get out of here, can’t take no more

When I got back to my room [???] still the [???]
To my surprise, she’d unpacked my case, found my clothes around the floor
[???]
[???]

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