Hotel California MonaLisa Twins

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 and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
“This could be heaven or this could be hell”

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time the year, you can find it here

Her mind’s Tiffany-twisted, she got a Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends
How they danced in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget