Motel cleaner, motel cleaner, as a dame you
killed that lady as she’s bathing, stick-’er style.
In the motel, things don’t go well when she came to
the place, fleeing Phoenix with a thieving’s pile.

Lacking guile’s a guy, her lover, hotel-meeter:
The prior day, they had a lay in that town’s heart.
They both dream of tied knots, but this poor wretch
cannot buy their bliss; she drives where
there’s a storm; then she’s a motel-seer.
So in she goes; the passion throes within him start.

“Mom” gets riled and then goes wild, so motel cleaner
must efface every blood trace; the scouring starts.
The walls gleam, but there’s wrought just one more catch:
Gotta hide where someone died there.
Drives her Ford past a field, moor-swelled schemer.
In the car goes; several of those sunk in those parts.

Motel “female”’s beau-held; sees jail.