Editor: cym (togever@china.com)
Hotel California
The Eagles
On the dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis 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
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 bo