She said, when I met her
No one else touched her like I did
Tracing my fingers along her body
Soft bites and hard kisses
Her and I just wanted to have fun
But when we touched at the Hotel California
It was different from when it was with you
Even if there was no paper, no number
I know her and I will meet again
The next night, when we feel
That burning desire again
And behold, the Hotel California
Same room, twenty-four hours later
She's touching me softly again
she's fucking me fondly again
And somehow, after just a few nights
I had forgotten all about you