why memory motel?

I fell madly, deeply, passionately and psychotically in love with a guy once and we took turns ripping each other's hearts out for years. But that came later.

The first night that we had a meaningful discussion I told him that after work every night I loved to go home and sit in the bathtub and smoke cigarettes while listening to my favorite Rolling Stones album: Black and Blue. I did that for hours, sometimes.

"My favorite song on the album is Memory Motel," I told him in my sexiest voice.

"Yeah...," he said, "I think I have that album."

When I saw him again:

Me: "Hey- when you went home the other night, you dug out your Black and Blue album and listened to it, didn't you?

Him: "Yeah...I did."

Me: "And you played that song and thought of me, didn't you?"

Him: "Yeah..."

Me: "So are you gonna kiss me, or what?"

Him: "Yeah."


Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry night to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain

You're just a memory
Of a love
That used to be
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Well she's one of a kind
She's got a mind
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine