When you walk through the door I will show you around It could be like before When your trousers were down And you giggle and blush You giggle and blush And you jangle your keys You don't wanna go home Come over to my suite We can talk on the phone I'm not the one to hold on to I'm lying on the floor and I want more I'm not the one to hold on to When I'm broken down on the ground When we meet in the lobby I want you to find me I prefer to be seen With my luggage inside me