In N' Out

In many ways, In many lines,
It's all about getting her to the motel,
Sleazy life in tempted phases,
Partial joys of a runaway queen,
The love between two
Expressed as an unexciting love,
The war between three
Making love like this artificial.

In summer days, In the night time,
It's all about getting her to the motel,
Expenses delivered, money growing on trees,
Questions of a lover,
And she's called a whore,
No one seems to imagine
What would have happened
If you took the highroad.

Everything doctored,
Taking in control
The things we do,
The things we think is love,
We're living lies
Because we're afraid of the truth,
In any ways she wants.
Everything matters
Even if you're artificial.

What is ....
What is ....
Get her, get her,
The truth is ....
The truth is ....
Do you love you?
Is it all about getting her to the motel?