Down the road and across the sand.
This hostel is your temple.
Your wish is
my command.
I’m called an addict.
Your love is my drug.
A lot is often
but not often enough.
Crown me your queen,
feather my skin.
Forgive this sin
when the truth sets in.
Room 421
Down the road and across the sand.
This hostel is your temple.
Your wish is
my command.
I’m called an addict.
Your love is my drug.
A lot is often
but not often enough.
Crown me your queen,
feather my skin.
Forgive this sin
when the truth sets in.