Darwin Deez - Chelsea's Hotel Lyrics
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Chelsea's Hotel
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What Are The Lyrics For Chelsea's Hotel By Darwin Deez?
Fling the insulation in the dumpster
We’re expanding our empire of love for her So tear it all down now, every building here Most of all the skyscrapers of bitterness and fear Rip the gypsum out and haul it all away Level every structure down to the solid orange clay Spread out the blueprints so we can start To build a hotel on her heart ‘Cause I’m not leaving, this is just the place I’ve been homeless since the dimples on her simple face And I’ve spent my fortune, I’ve torn the town apart To build a hotel on her heart We’ll build it by the beach so she can reach the salty wind We’ll make it out of poems and the books she writes them in A forty-story eyesore by the seaside So she can go swim oh in the ocean whenever she likes And she likes some other boy now so we’ll have to wait But when she’s done with him he’ll shake the painted iron gate And he’ ll say, “Chelsea, baby, did I do you wrong?” And she’ll say, “no, Darwin was gonna win me all along” [Chorus] Have you ever seen a wrecking ball as small as her? She smashes up my glasses when she passes but it doesn’t hurt I can’t see straight now with this crush But I have all of this love to give and there’s no rush [Chorus] Chelsea, this is for you Hey, this is for you |
Who Wrote Chelsea's Hotel By Darwin Deez?
Darwin Merwan Smith
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What's The Duration Of The Chelsea's Hotel By Darwin Deez?The duration of Chelsea's Hotel is 4:44 minutes and seconds. |
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