You walked me to the quiet hotel
You put your hand upon the bell
And looked upon the magazines
That the porter gave you
And walking down the hollow hall
I put my hand against the wall
I was just a Spanish boot
That you were into
Would you stand here next to me
Would you give your sex to me
You see that I’m only empty
I’ve been looking everywhere
For someone to touch me, dear
You see that I’m only empty
I was born an only child
Victim of the setting sun
We watched as the horses ran
And we played for money
I put all my cards on you
You cut me with your silver touch
You laughed as I fell apart
‘cause you think it’s funny
Would you stand here next to me
Would you give your sex to me
You see that I’m only empty
I’ve been looking everywhere
For someone to touch me, dear
You see that I’m only empty