It's these substandard motels on the (la la la la la) corner of 4th and Freemont Street. Appealing only 'cause they're just that unappealing. Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde, and the habit of decomposing right before your very (la la la la) eyes (along with the people inside). What a wonderful caricature of intimacy (inside). What a wonderful caricature of intimacy. Tonight's tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin accessorizing from a rosary tucked inside her lingerie (she's getting a job at the firm come Monday). The missus will stay with the cheating attorney. Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money. A wonderful caricature of intimacy~! Oh! Not to mention the constable and his proposition for the virgin. Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business" as he said to the missus only hours before. Well, after he left, she was fixing her face in a compact. There was a terrible crash (there was a terrible... CRASH!) between her and the badge. She spilled her purse and her bag and out of the "purse" of a different kind (along with the people inside). What a wonderful caricature of intimacy (inside). What a wonderful caricature of intimacy~! There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets before all of the stains and a few more of your least favorite things. Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets before all of the stains and a few more of your least favorite things (inside). What a wonderful caricature of intimacy (inside). What a wonderful caricature of intimacy~! Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets before all of the stains and a few more of your least things. Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses and the sleeping with roaches and the taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets before all of the stains and a few more of your least favorite things.
//originally made by Brendan Urie.
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