Jane Siberry - Hotel Room 417

Hey baby, I'm in town and I thought I'd give you a call. Maybe we could get together, have dinner, go to a show, maybe go to a museum, an art gallery, get to know each other, slowly, over time. Don't be nervous, baby.

I'm not.
And... No, thanks.

Hotel du Vie, how can I help you?

Room 417, please.

Yeah?

Hi. I'm coming down to your hotel. We've got to talk. Buy condoms.

I'm startin' at zero ...

I've come to your hotel room looking like a boy, no makeup, my hair's a mess, I don't want to be coy. I'm here to present something to you and to see how you feel about it. It's now or we're through. I'm not looking to make friends. I'm not interested in who you are or getting to know you, going to art galleries or museums. I just want to know if we can make good loving together and get out of here if we can't.

I find that time is just speeding by and I just don't have time for having my time speedin' by and thieves keep eatin' my time.