on a dark desert hightway
cold wind in my hair
warm smeel of colytas
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 dad to stop for the night
there she stood in the doorway
i heard the mission bell
i was thinking to myself
this could be heaven now this could be hell
then she lit up a candle
and she showed me the way
there were voices down in corridor
i thought i heard them say:
welcome to the hotel california
such a lovely place
(such a lovely place)
such a lovely face
theres 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 benz
she got a lot of pretty pretty boys
she calls friend
how they dance in the courtyard
sweet summer sweat
some dance to remember
some danc