On a dead-end street in a dead-end town there's a motel that I call home just a few small hopes and a few small dreams are all that place is resting on desiree loves two doors down she's been there for way too long sometime when she's feelin' down I hope she hears this song on a bed of roses not beneath some motel light on a bed of roses she deserves to sleep tonight she deserves to sleep tonight she comes home late every night I can hear her walkin' down the hall she don't talk on the phone too much when she does I hear it through my wall desiree don't have many friends at least not many good ones I may be just an ordinary man but least I'm someone to lean on on a bed of roses not beneath some motel light on a bed of roses she deserves to sleep tonight she deserves to sleep tonight tonight, tonight, tonight tonight, tonight, tonight <♪> on a bed of roses not beneath some motel light on a bed of roses she deserves to sleep tonight on a bed of roses <♪> on a bed of roses she deserves to sleep tonight she deserves to sleep tonight