It was a lovely sinful place, that hotel in the middle of the desert.
We found twisted things there, we were hard bodies, we soothed our beasts.
Lord how I miss it. We had so much champagne and dance that night,
we romanced into the wee hours of the morn, then it blew away,
like sands across the endless dunes of time, a genuine loss,
those chance encounters made of pretty diamonds.