Got me in my hotel room
More pillows I could ever use
Think they call it luxury
But it doesn't make a difference to me

'Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against mine

Staring at the picture on the wall
Yeah it's pretty clever but it's got no soul
Show me your masterpiece
And it wouldn't make a difference to me

'Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine

I sit on these aero planes
But I just wanna walk
They play me these symphonies
But I just wanna talk
So baby won't you come back
Oh, I need something real, oh oh

I'd sleep on a bed, oh, that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheets, oh
Just your feet rubbing up against mine
'Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine

Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Dean Cover, Tom Peter Odell