Hotel California René & Angela
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[Verse 1: René Moore]
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night
[Verse 2: Angela Winbush]
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself "this could be Heaven, this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle, showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, thought I heard them say
(They were livin' it up, well)
(They were livin' it up, hey)
[Chorus: both]
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
[Verse 3: René Moore]
Her mind is twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty boys, that she call friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night
[Verse 2: Angela Winbush]
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself "this could be Heaven, this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle, showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, thought I heard them say
(They were livin' it up, well)
(They were livin' it up, hey)
[Chorus: both]
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
[Verse 3: René Moore]
Her mind is twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty boys, that she call friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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