Cape Cookie Confessions

He smiles at me with lust in his eyes
 The note with the key says Room 205
 He walks past the pool, I grab some food
 He crosses the street through the maze of TV crews
 I see your face frozen, alive
 Turn to the page with your wholesome bride
 There's room for me when you're alone in the East
 At the Holiday Inn, I'm at the Cape Colony
 I met a columnist from the magazine
 But he wrote me out, I didn't fit the scene
 He's learned how to act, I keep tight lipped
 He gets paid for the facts so long as they fit the script
 We met at Ramon's on the top of the bank
 Pointed out the launch zone, I felt my heart sink
 He was whiskey with ice, hands me a glass of wine
 Before we're back in bed, I'm undressed to the nines
 You have your picks, you and the other six
 Good girls need love, I just need my fix
 And how many other girls are promised moon rocks with pearls
 I can still taste your sweat on my skin
 They're counting down
 You're feeling distant
 And I give her a look as I drive by
 She's not going back to Houston until after you arrive
 It seems that in my dreams I'm making room enough for three
 But I don't think you're ever coming back
 Because the hatch, it didn't blow unfortunately